The girl at the checkout counter kept looking over my right shoulder as she scanned my items at the Comp USA store. When I looked at her she quickly turned her eyes back to the register. She did this a few times. Not looking at me but not really looking past me either.
The last time her eyes drifted to my right shoulder I made a big display of looking at her and then looking over my shoulder. She blushed, knowing she was caught.
She gave me a nervous laugh and said "I'm sorry sir. You just have a fuzzy on your ear."
"Oh." I said as I reached up to grab it away. "It must be from this sweatshirt. Thanks."
I brushed my hand against my ear. I pulled my hand away but there was nothing there.
"It's still there.", she said.
I reached up and grabbed the top of my ear. Using my thumb and forefinger I gently pinched the edge of my ear and I slid my hand down towards my earlobe. I felt the fuzzy in my grasp and I pulled it away from my ear. As I pulled I could feel the skin on my ear get tight. I stopped pulling.
"You didn't get it." She said.
My face became beet red. I reached up again and pulled at the fuzzy. As I pulled my hand away I could feel my entire ear being pulled from the side of my head. The checkout girl's face contorted and she grimmaced as if she just bit into something really sour.
I was even more embarrassed. What she thought was fuzzy was actually a really long, really grey piece of ear hair. Still attached to my ear.
I did not know what to say. She did not know what to say. We were silent for the rest of the transaction.