This morning while getting ready for work I picked at a little pimple right in the middle of my forehead and it started to bleed. So, I used a little piece of toilet paper to stop the bleeding kind of like what men do when they cut themselves shaving.

I then left for work. My mother-in-law drove me to the train station. We talked the whole way.

Then I waited in line at the train station. Hundreds of people walked past me.

Then I rode the train into the city for 40 minutes. Hundreds more people saw me as I walked up the stairs out of the train station.

Then I rode the bus to my office with 30 people including a fellow from my office who looked directly at me and said hello.

I arrived early at the office so instead of going in I sat on a bench outside to enjoy the crisp morning air. Several people walked past me.

A girl from my office walked past. She stopped, said hello, sat down for a minute, and then we talked all the way to the office. She looked directly at me several times.

Upon entering the office I greeted another colleague who looked up at me and immediately said “you’ve got something stuck to your forehead”.

It was the little piece of toilet paper from this morning.

It was still covering the little pimple I had scratched. It had been stuck to my head from the time I left home until now. On the train. On the bus. Waiting in line. Walking with my colleague.

I am ashamed.

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