Is That Toothpaste on Your Face?

I couldn't believe my eyes! Staring back at me (from the bathroom mirror) was a fully sprouted zit. When did THAT happen? While I slept, a zillion little germs held court and decided to gang up on me; but why?! Had I offended them by purchasing a different facial soap? 

I shook my head in disbelief. I thought that 'breakouts' stopped once you reached a certain age! This minuscule volcano proved that theory wrong. I chuckled thinking how 'time had made a mistake' and I was 16 once more.  That notion quickly fled.  In an instant, I was brought back to the realization that there was a party tonight and one of us would not be going; the pimple or me!

Using my two index fingers, yes..I did..sorry, but I had to..I popped the zit by applying pressure on either side of it. Once it was cleaned out, I needed an antibacterial ointment..and having none, I decided to use..No! Not Windex, silly head! That was for the movie, only!! I decided to use a small dollop of toothpaste.

I grabbed the Colgate tube, pressed a bit onto my injured face, and covered up the zit completely. The paste quickly air dried, I dressed for the day, and went downstairs to have my morning coffee. My husband was already sitting at the table reading the morning paper and sipping his cup of java.Pouring my cup, I wondered if he would say something about the dried toothpaste on my cheek.  After chatting for about an hour, face to face, and discussing our plans for the day, he got up, kissed me on the top of my head, and then left the house, without mentioning a word about my white cloaked spot. 

I needed to go to CVS and pick up a birthday card for the party.  I thought about removing the paste, and that's when it came to me! I was going to conduct a personal tally. "How  many people would notice my toothpaste spot and say/ask something!" I was excited and ready. The first person I saw was my next door neighbor. He stopped mowing and we exchanged a few words. He did have enough time to say or ask something..but he chose not to do, either. He resumed mowing, as I got into my car and drove to CVS. 

Like any typical Saturday morning, the lot in front of the store was filled with cars. There were many patrons inside. Many saw me. All said nothing. Some looked away. No one stared. No one spoke to me. Time to pay the cashier.  Frannie!! I love her, and she was working behind the counter. Surely, she will say something!She was her usual bubbly self; greeted me, and rang up the few items that were mine. All the while, looking at me straight in the eyes, and smiling. I was a little sad that she had not noticed. 

Uncle Giuseppe's was next. I walked in and said 'hello' to Sal.  He returned the greeting and continued doing his work. I went to the deli for some delicious Dieter's Delight (ppaghetti and squash with shrimps). My server was Joe. Young enough to be my son, he always clowns around with me. Certainly, he will say something! Nope. Nada.

My tally was still at zero. Joe winked and said, "Have a nice day," as he gave me my order. I tilted my head to the right, grinned, and waited for a second or two.  He smiled and walked over to the next customer. "Wow," I thought, "are people really so oblivious?!"

Returning home, and feeling unexplainably sad..you know the feeling..no one wants to play your game..it happened. Another Oprah "Ah-Ha Moment!" Everyone saw the toothpaste! How could they not?! But everyone shy-ed away from asking. It may have been that they KNEW [what it was.] It may have been too personal for them to ask. Or maybe, just maybe, no one wanted to embarrass me. "Hey, lady! Hahahaha. You've got toothpaste on your face!" If you saw me that day, and are now reading this, know that you are a kind and wonderful person (and I am just a nut.) :)                                       

Peace