A colleague and I animatedly chatted on BART.
“How’s your new position going?” I inquired.
“What’s the flattest bike route to Golden Gate Park?” he asked.
“What are you doing for Easter?” I queried.
I noticed him staring past me, not really paying attention to the words I was speaking. I followed his gaze. There, across from us, a young girl tweezed the hairs from a large wart on her mother’s chin. The mother sat perfectly still, apparently not finding this behavior unusual in the least.
“Well,” he whispered, “I guess there’s never a bad time for good grooming.”
Oh, but there is. There so is.