We've had a mask bylaw for months. As a result, this old man right here, who has very little physical vanity and often forgets to check the mirror before going out at the best of times, happened to notice this morning that his nose hair is almost long enough to braid.
A few tweezer minutes later
and my fu-manchu has been taken care of.
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Any of you have any tales to share?
That's the dichotomy of being an
old well seasoned man.
So many things happen as we graduate to this "new life" - my hair left the top of my head and migrated to my nose and ears,
My hairy ears ring with tinnitus from a few too many loud concerts in my youth.
I can finally grow a killer beard, but half of it is grey.
Changing from a seated position to a standing position requires a lot of sound effects - pops, cracks, grunts, groans --- and the occasional fart.
Kids call me "sir".... crap, I'm old.
On the good side:
Kids call me sir ... I can get away with a lot more than when I was their age.
I can use all those "...been doing this since you were a shine in your Daddy's eye." lines.
Dad jokes
Seeing the fear in the boyfriend's eyes when my daughter brings him home to meet me.
Kids let me have first pick of the waves when I surf.
The police ignore me. "Dirty car, kids, exasperated look on his face --- bet he WANTS to go to jail for a day or two."