MOTO Award

A point of frustration in my life right now is that I'm 24 years old and my face is breaking out like I'm 16. I'm almost embarrassed to talk about it, but hey, it's not like no one notices. Speaking of noticing...

I work near Union Station. The area is a hot-spot, per se, for homeless folks (actually, they're in abundance throughout the entire city). I honestly can't afford to give money to them everyday (non-profit salary). So I've made it a personal policy to be friends with the needy and to treat them with respect. A few of them are regulars in my quotidian life. They know my name and I theirs. I expect a half toothed smile from them when I rush back and forth to the office.

So today, my buddy, Clayton, with his radio blasting Christmas music (surely an appeal for the season), said something as I passed by. The blarring stereo on his shoulder (no joke, we're talking 1980s style) made it difficult for me to hear. He repeated. Nope, didn't hear it. So this time he starts to touch his face - to my utter surprise, I finally understood the words he was saying...

Pointing out the obvious, he said, "You're breaking out, Charlee."

Ha! Thanks for the reminder! Like this isn't something I'm completely aware of! What, are you 4 years old or did you forget that it's not polite to bring this sort of stuff up? ok - calm down, Charlee.

It's not everyday that a homeless man tells me that my face has zits on it! Clayton wins the MOTO award of the day - master of the obsvious.

Haha! Really, how in the world do you respond to that?!?!?!? It's a good thing that I don't have self conscious issues about these kinds of things. Nevertheless, I am scheduling another appointment to see my dermatologist - soon! Ugh!