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The mustache as seen in the rear view mirror |
How time changes things.
A while back, the first hairs started poking my lips and it really bothered me. Immediately I went in search of products and techniques to tame these renegade hairs that insisted on attaching my mouth. Evil whiskers must be brought into submission, I thought. I would wax, glue, paste, or do whatever was necessary to keep my lips clear (except for trimming - that was and still is prohibited).
For the last several days, however, I have given the mustache more latitude. I have used no waxes or glues - just a little bit of oil on a couple of the mornings. And the undisciplined hairs, suddenly realizing that their target is once again obtainable, have set their sites on my mouth.
Today, while riding as a passenger in the back seat of a car, behind the driver's seat, I looked up and saw the reflection of my face in the rear view mirror. Framed right in the middle of the mirror, there it was - a nice full handlebar mustache.