Toilet Face


Every other Thursday I'd get a chair massage at work (have to pay for it, of course). You know, the kind that requires you to bury your face into a soft horseshoe-shaped cushion. While other people leave the room with nothing else but total relaxation, I always leave with something extra because my big face is pressed against the seam around the cushion: a deep toilet-seat-shaped imprint around my face that will last for hours. No exceptions today... so embarrassing...