I was 16 and in Scotland for the first time. As much as I want to remember anything else about the trip, I can’t. The only thing I could focus on for the duration or remember even now was the immense amount of ear hair my host had protruding from each ear. 

It had the density of unkempt weeds of a highway off ramp and the thickness of the Sequoia National Park. I couldn’t listen to anything this man said, or respect any of his opinions because of one simple fact; his ear hair was out of control.

When was the last time you thought about or even looked at your ear hair? If you can see it in the mirror, it needs to be trimmed. Even if you go to Wal-Mart and buy the cheapest trimmer (for around $10) it could be the difference between spending time with a hot “Betty” you meant poolside, and another night playing “Modern Warfare” drinking PBR. I think the choice is obvious.