a lesson on human dignity

...or something like that


so today i resurrected a fun fun game i haven't played in a while, a game i like to call Walk Around the Grocery Store with Pen on Your Face.  the rules are quite simple, really. do you have a list of some sort with you? are you trying to be extra vigilant to make sure you don't forget anything on said list, and therefore have you taken the extra step of lovingly crossing off items as you put them in your basket? do you occasionally forget there's a pen in your hand while you flail your arms around in search of the perfectly unbruised peach? better yet, when pretending like you weren't nose-deep in the latest issue of cosmo, attempting once and for all to get to the bottom of the age-old question, "Blue Balls: Fact or Fiction?"? 

 if you answered yes to these questions, you're ready to rock! 

now, i know i'm no emily post, but COME ON people. as much as i love games, there is this newfangled thing called etiquette which should, at the very minimum, make anyone who notices the picasso-like artwork on another person's cheek at least attempt to draw attention to it's presence.  when it comes down to it, a simple "you have shit on your face" will do. but pretty please, don't let them wander around clueless, only to return home an hour later, stroll past a mirror, and see that they unintentionally used their own face for an impromptu round of connect-the-dots. 

the general population thanks you in advance. me, especially.