Frills
Posted on April 2, 2008 by simonlitton
Taking the escalator out of the metro today, I noticed a woman standing in front of me carrying the frilliest, laciest handbag I have ever seen. It was less like a bag and more like a piece of lingerie.
In the lift up to my office, a man in his 50s stood in front of me. Despite the fact that he had obviously shaved this morning, a line of white hairs ran down one side of his neck, from earlobe to collar. The hairs were long enough to suggest that he has managed to miss shaving this particular strip of skin every morning for several weeks. As he turned to wish me ‘Bon journée” before leaving the lift, I noticed another line of unshaved hair just under his bottom lip.
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Either that man urgently needs a female companion, new glasses or he has lost his sense of decorum. I’ve seen it happen to single men in their 50s quite often.
I shave my underarms in the shower, a tricky endeavor, especially without a mirror.
When warm weather comes and I’m finally in something sleeveless, I always discover there’s a hard-to-reach-with-a-razor spot I’ve continually missed. I call the results an underarm goatee–and then I start shaving using a mirror until cold weather returns.