It's not that a mustache is the best gift I've ever received, but every time I look in the mirror I feel like a kid on Christmas.
I perpetually forget that I have a mustache until I gaze upon my reflection and can't help but crack a smile and let out a little giggle.
In other news, apparently the mustache isn't just a sign of creepiness - it's also a sign of security and wisdom. Getting off the train in downtown Chicago today, I was stopped by three different people asking me for directions.
One guy even kept walking with me to explain his situation and get as much help as possible.
I gave him the wrong directions. Oops.
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