Friday, May 15, 2009

I felt bad for the lady waiting on me at the register this morning, at Walmart. She had a mustache. I don't mean a few hairs or the shadow of one, I mean a full man's mustache. She had to know she had one. We all do. I do. But most of us bleach it, pluck it, wax it or use that Sally Hansen's hair remover on it. There's even a prescription that takes care of unwanted facial hair. I have a friend who does that. It's expensive and don't ask me the name because I don't remember what it is. I'm sure the stars know about it.

Someone, one of her co-workers or at the very least her manager, should gently coach this woman on her appearance. When you look at her your eyes are instantly drawn to her mustache, you can't help it. I can't help but wonder if she was educated that there are products out there to take care of facial hair she would be grateful.


LuAnn said...

I have a friend who refuses to wear her teeth. No amount of prodding has changed that.

Tory Richards said...

Are you kidding? LOL That must be a sight! I guess she doesn't eat steak very often:)