Oh, and just to make *everyone* feel better about grease in bad places...

My car was in the shop last week, and I rode to work from the shop and then back to the shop to pick up my car at the end of the day. It was a change of route for me, and I was sooo proud of myself! The guy at the shop looked me up and down and said, "Oh, you rode your bike down here?" And I said, "Yes," rather smugly.

Then when I got home and went to change into regular clothes, I caught side of myself in the mirror and realized I had a big ol' smear of black grease on my upper lip like a Charlie Chaplin mustache. Lovely. I think I must have gotten some on my glove.