Today, I had new employee orientation. That meant I would have my photo taken for my identification badge.
So of course I'd wake up to discover a raging blemish on my face in all its glory. Ready for its close-up. Ready to resist any attempt to smother it with makeup.
I'd been here before. Zit on yearbook picture day. Pimple for prom photos. Oily T-zone for a selfie. Sebaceous glands know how to photobomb your best shots better than your Uncle Andre after he's had a few Natty Lights.
Except you can give Uncle Andre the middle finger for his behavior. And after he laughs at your mild anger, you can try taking the photo again without him trying to do toe touches in the background. That lip zit will require a swipe of witch hazel and a dab of concealer before the flash bulb finds it. And even then, you know it's going to show up in the photo anyway.
Stupid picture day zit...
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