She: “Do you…have a nose hair problem?”
Me: “No, I don’t think so…but I suddenly feel compelled to check.”
She: “I know. I hate this show for making me think of nose hair.”
Me (patting the affected region): “Nothin’ bristling out that I can tell.”
She: “Are you sure? They could be slicked back.”
Me: “I’m comfortable enough with my nose hair situtation that I can wait for a commercial to visit the bathroom.”
