Today, while stuck at a red light, I witnessed a woman plucking her chin hairs diligently at the wheel of her car. As traffic started to move, she continued her plucking — one eye on the road, the other on her sunvisor’s mirror, which I suppose revealed the offending chin hairs that remained, awaiting their final death in the clutches of the merciless silver tweezers. I was stunned and amazed, not because I was disgusted (although sure: that too), but because this meant that there are at least TWO chin-plucking drivers in the world. (You’ll need to scroll down to the February 14th listing to see what I’m talking about.) Perhaps it’s not a coincidence that Los Angeles Chin-Plucker, like Seattle Chin-Plucker, was a middle-aged woman driving an SUV.

Perhaps Chin-Plucker moved.