My 15 minutes

I was out yesterday doing some errands and this might seem vain but it seemed I was getting more second looks than usual. It surprised me a little (particularly since I wasn't exactly feeling I looked my best) but as I went through a couple more stores, I became more and more convinced, people were looking at me. And usually with that sort of hint of a smile around the eyes that suggests you should be recognizing them.

It was getting a little unnerving.

So I finally made it through my last stop at a very crowded building - people half catching my eye and giving me that small smile - and headed for the car, thinking that, well, I guess I'd had my 15 minutes in the limelight. And then I saw my reflection in the car window.

I had a small beetle in my hair.




There's really not much to say after realizing that...