Egg on my face
I chatted with a coworker. Then another. Walked down the hall, filled my water cup and cleaned out my coffee mug, saying hello to others in the office along the way.
It was a pleasant morning. I was in a relatively good mood when I sat down at my computer with my newly-filled mug of fresh, steaming joe. And I noticed my face itched a little bit. And when I scratched, a chunk fell off.
A CHUNK FELL OFF MY FACE.
It was egg. I had a poached egg on toast for breakfast some two hours prior, and this gigantic yellow homing beacon had infested my face THE ENTIRE TIME.
How many coworkers had I chatted with? And why hadn't I noticed their inability to sustain eye contact or the fact they'd all been rubbing their cheeks?
Mortifying.
I blame my husband. He'd said nothing to me about the massive glop when he kissed me goodbye this morning.
...on my cheek.
Oh. My. Gawd.
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January 21st, 2011 - 13:32
Ack, shame on your friends and co-workers for not saying something! I’m a fan of the subtle pointing at the area in question on one’s own face without saying anything to draw attention to it quickly and casually.
January 21st, 2011 - 13:44
I KNOW, RITE? But okay, truth is, I really don’t think it was from my hub’s kiss. In fact, on deeper reflection I am certain it was my own slobbish eating. That and I remember he kissed me on the lips this morning.
January 21st, 2011 - 13:46
…but I’m still not changing the ending. :^)
January 21st, 2011 - 18:15
Oh no! How did no one say anything?!