Years ago, I was walking up the street one day on my lunch break when a man caught my eye. He looked like everyone else -- suit and tie, well groomed -- except for a dark streak of schmutz in the exact center of his forehead.
How strange, I thought. He seems totally oblivious. Boy is he gonna be embarrassed when he looks in a mirror.
I was still chuckling a block later when I noticed another guy with the same mark, and then a woman.
What in the hell is going on? I wondered. Has there been an industrial accident? An alien invasion? Eventually a faint bell began ringing in some dim recess of my mind and I figured out that it was Ash Wednesday.
This makes me feel better.
Link from Helene.
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