I know it’s rude to stare, but last night, I saw something that I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from.
He was standing across me in the MTR, looking rather normal for a Hong Kong dude (glasses, short black hair, T-shirt and jeans, and holding an iPad). It was probably his iPad that drew my eyes toward his wrist, which is how I noticed that he was wearing some kind of hairy wristband.
‘Pretty neat,’ I thought to myself as my eyes zoomed in, wondering what kind of material it was made of. It was super thick, so maybe faux fur? But then, the sudden realisation hit me that that was no wristband — that was a GIGANTIC rectangular MOLE wrapped around his wrist with a thick forest of hair growing out of it.
Feeling a mixture of shock, fear and awe (it was, after all, the biggest and hairiest mole I’ve ever seen), my eyes were locked onto that dark patch of densely grown hair until its owner stepped off the MTR. Where he’s gone, I have no clue, but one thing’s for sure — I won’t be forgetting the hairy wristband anytime soon.
4 thoughts on “A hairy wristband”
That's what happens when you jerk off too much.
LMAO! I'm a new follower of your blog. I don't live in Hong Kong but I visit often enough.
When I was in Las Vegas, at a Chinese Restaurant, a friendly manager approached us. He had 3 moles on his face with long strands of hair growing out of it. Like you, I couldn't look away. lol Luckily, I was about 13.
skin cancer alert!
Absolutely love your post and your blog!