I spied with my little eye a wife trimming hairs out of her husband's nostrils in front of the Hotel that once was on the corner of Sutter and Powell Streets in San Francisco. I was sitting on the #2 Sutter bus heading westerly home on a sunny day.
Hahahaha! This 30+ year mental image still gets me laughing.
The couple was probably in their late 50s and early 60s. I pegged them for tourists, but they could've been native-born San Franciscans. I simply loved how they were comfortable with each other.
I like to think the Husband and I are comfortable old farts like that couple was.
And, yes. I've trimmed the Husband's nose hairs. But only in the privacy of our home and only when I cut his curly locks and bristly (not grizzly) beard. So far.
oh my fur & whiskers!
ReplyDeleteThose nose hairs must have been long for his wife to do this in public. My hubby would say no way and go back upstairs to cut them himself. I would not want to eat in the restaurant they go to...just saying:)
ReplyDeletehahaha. Yeah, I know what you mean.
DeleteNope ... with a side order of ewww. :)
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