This is my favorite.
I am not a particularly hairy man. I’ll leave it at that–I think it’s best for the both of us that I don’t go into a detailed accounting of where my hair accumulates and where it’s sparse.
The point is, every now and then I happen to look at a part of my body that doesn’t grow hair or long hair, only to find a REALLY long hair just hangin’ out, doing its thing.
For some reason I love this. I figure one of two things happened, both of which are great:
Either way, I’m always delighted to discover these hairs. It always comes with a moment of shock, then joy: How did you get there?!
Then comes perhaps the best part: The Plucking. At long last I get to remove the anomaly. It’s bittersweet, letting a force of nature take flight in the wind, but it’s worth it every time.
Do you share this pet please, or is this a Stegmaier Special?