I carefully slid my thumb up towards the rim of the full cup, trying to remove a thick hair clinging to the interior side of the mug and scaling the wall to save itself from drowning in my hot coffee.
I was grossed out, but did not want to say anything until I was able to capture the intruder. After my third attempt, my husband, who had been reading the IHOP menu, noticed what I was doing.
‘That’s a smile marked on the mug,” he said.
“Oh.”
The disgust I had felt at someone’s strand in my java immediately turned into a reminder of the distrust I must have of my sight.
Proving, once again, that the only thing you can really count on to make you smile is a hair-free, good cup of coffee.
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