Well, at Wal-Mart! There is a certain Wal-Mart I go to that’s not that close to me, but I prefer it over the one near me. Actually, I prefer Target when I need a 5 & 10 (old folks know what that refers to) but that’s not what this is about.

There are not one but two checkout clerks (what’s the politically correct term for checkout girls these days?) who are both very hairy. I’d say each is in their late 20’s to early 30’s. One has a very noticeable mustache and sideburns, though I’ve never looked at her chin. Her forearms are covered with thick, black hair. She has some acne and judging from that and the hair, I figure she has PCOS. She’s tall and thin, though not all women with PCOS are fat (right, Summer?).

The other is shorter and maybe 10 lbs. overweight, with dark hair on her arms and while I don’t see sideburns, her mustache is very noticeable.

I’m amazed they work in the public eye like that as I never could when I was in their shoes. Anyone who has read my history knows about the comments made about my hairy arms as well as the time the little kid made a comment about my hairy legs in an elevator. I began to cover up whenever possible and hated being out in public. I remember working at a social service agency in Boston and when they moved me from the back office to the front, I quit shortly after that. I was just so uncomfortable being the first thing people saw as they got off the elevator.

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