When Real Men Cry


Arthur and Wayne stood in front of the mirror in the corporate washroom, psyching themselves up for their presentation to the board. It was the culminating event after six months of intense work.


“Oh hey,” said Wayne. He pointed to his right nostril. “You got something right there.”


Arthur leaned in close to the mirror for a better look. “It’s a grey nose hair.”


“Pull it out. Its distracting.”


“I’m not gonna do that.”


“Why not?”


“I’m not sticking my fingers up my nose right before the biggest meeting of my life,” explained Arthur.


“You want the board to spend the entire time distracted by your geriatric follicles?”


“Did you just seriously ask me that?”


“Just reach up there and yank it out,” urged Wayne.


Arthur glared at him, then stuck his fingers in his right nostril. He pinched a few hairs, then pulled.




“Did you get it?”


Arthur examined his fingers, then looked in the mirror. “No.”


“Do it again,” said Wayne.


“It hurt,” complained Arthur.


“You can’t go in there looking like that.”


Arthur shook his head, then dug in for another attempt. He grabbed for all he could and pulled. Tears welled in his eyes.


“Do I get it?”


Wayne looked up his friend’s nose. “Bingo,” he announced.


Arthur grabbed some toilet paper to dry his eyes. “I guess what they say is true. Without suffering, there is no success.”



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2 Responses to When Real Men Cry

  1. Pat says:

    I agree, nose hair are a huge distraction. Pull them all out. Make everyone cry. The bigger the event you must attend the more hairs to pull. Lol

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