The Backyard
The
next feature to fade off to oblivion from the face of Miller, corporate
salesman and suburban denizen, was his mouth. This time it was an odd
comment from some friends at a BBQ that triggered this virtual
cancellation of his facial slit.
Mrs
Miller had invited a dozen friends in their Suburban Paradise’s
backyard, for their eleventh anniversary. The grill was full of sizzling
sausage, pork chops, mutton chops, steaks.
A
friend of his (although he was not sure if it was a friend of his or
rather a friend of his wife or a mutual friend of his couple), noticed
some smears on his shirt caused by the excess grease of the oil.
‘Miller,’
said this friend in a mocking tone ‘what a piggy you are, look at those
stains on your shirt, I’m sure your wife won’t be too happy you load
the laundry up, hahaha, look at you, that must be because of your fat
lip, there’s some grease on them’ He laughed at his own joke.
To
Miller’s dismay, his wife jumped at the occasion: ‘You’re right; I’ve
told him his lips were fat, and it’s not only that. Have you not noticed
he’s always making some disgusting noise when he eats? He always chews
his mouth open, it’s positively disgusting, I hate mouth noises.’
Miller
had never realized his eating manners could lead to such a fuss. But
once the feeling of public humiliation had passed, he started to work on
his mouth. It resulted to be an easier job than his eyebrows or his
ears had been. He only had to rub it with the palm or the back of his
hand to ensure its complete vanishing in a matter of days. Not even a
slit was left where his two fat lips had been before. And funny enough,
he could still eat (and breathe) even though there was no more opening
to introduce the food or let the air in.
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