Perhaps the only thing hotter than having a huge honking zit growing out of one's head is walking around all day oblivious to the fact that a rice crispie is stuck to one's upper lip, a crispie that is not entirely unlike another huge honking zit. None of my coworkers brought this to my attention probably because they mistook it for my third head. Then I happened to visit the restroom and looked in the mirror. Again, I flinched at my reflection.
Being hot is a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
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