I set out on a trek to East London to locate a container city called Trinity Buoy Wharf. I boarded the District Line at Putney Bridge and sat directly across from a guy with quite a bit of facial hair. Now facial hair doesn't bother me, I have friends who love guys with a beard, but this guy was on a whole other level.
I watched in fascination for a few minutes as he apparently couldn't get enough of touching his mustache and then his beard. My fascination quickly turned to disgust as he began smoothing his mustache down towards his mouth and proceeded to capture it between his lips. At this point I could NOT look away; it was like a car crash. The guy that was next to him saw me staring and he turned to look at the guy, made a face and quickly turned away. I however kept on watching this, knowing it would not end well. The guy continued to stroke some form of said facial hair (including his side burns) until he got off several stops later. He was reading a book at the same time but as I watched I noticed that he didn't turn one page in that book. My guess is that he spent all his energy on fondling his facial hair and he couldn't focus on anything else. Due to his premature departure I don't know what happened to him or his facial hair, but my guess is that it didn't turn out well for the mustache.
I have never witnessed anything like that before and pray that I never do again. I mean a guy who eats his mustache canNOT be right in the head.
