[A repeat from March 31, 2013] When I was a kid, I chewed gum on the way to school. Upon entering class, I would stick the gum behind my right ear. Just behind the lobe. At recess, I’d pull out the gum and start chewing. I was reasonably efficient in this task as I could probably nurse a one penny piece of Double Bubble Chewing Gum for the entire day. Ear. Mouth. Ear. Mouth. And so on. I do recall that by the end of the day, the gum was always a little grittier – and saltier – than in the morning. But hey — it was good chewing gum.
Fast forward to last year. I’m sitting on the train. Reading. And a couple gets on the train and plops down in front of me. Probably in their late 50’s. My gaze sharpens. At first, it looks like the guy has a large and ugly mole on the back of his ear. Just behind the lobe. But then it comes to me . . . . oh my socks and shoes – this guy has a piece of chewing gum behind his ear! Now mind you I haven’t put a piece of gum behind my ear since last week (YES I’M KIDDING) and I haven’t thought about the subject for about fifty years. But wow! It all came roaring back. And I couldn’t resist. . . . click on the pic below and enlarge. . . . . By the way, when the guy heard the distinctive “click” he turned slightly, plucked the gum from behind his ear and put it in his mouth. Scout’s Honor. . . .