At the cafe, as I sipped a Cappuccino I recounted a bad day at work when my boss threw my annual report into the bin. After all the effort I’d put into it, I just felt like crying. For a moment, I began to hallucinate when I saw a scary montage of my boss juxtaposed with my headmaster, both of them yelling at me as they fidgeted with their un-groomed stubble smelling of perspiration!
And today I wanted no more of ‘stubbled’ men around me. But the irony was that right from the door attendant and waiter to the young couple on the table to my left and an old couple to the table on my right...all the men were sporting a stubble! How I wish I could yell my lungs out and tell them to SHAVEEEEEEEE!!!