During an afternoon trip to the restroom I happened to look up into the mirror and discovered I had a mustache -- not a very good one either. And an 80's(Faith days) George Michael half-beard to go with it. At first I though God or the crazy co-worker next cubicle over was playing some joke on me. Then I realized why hadn't I noticed this on earlier trips - It's not like I don't wash my hands like the VP (which I swear he doesn't after leaving a stall!) and run out the door after doing my business - I have a month old baby at home and every morning you go into autopilot and forget to do things. I just hope I never forget my pants.
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