My Calculus friend Jake took me to Zenger's. We both ordered Jake's recommendation- some sort of meat/s, lettuce, guacamole, egg salad, cheese, tomato and pickle between two bread slices- and took it to the loft. I was enjoying the sandwich and conversation until I was distracted by guacamole on his chin. I wondered if I felt comfortable pointing out food on the face of my new friend, if that is something anyone ever feels comfortable about, if the proper thing is to let him know or not. 'You have something on your chin'. He flicked it off. A minute later there was egg salad on his lip. I considered how many ingredients were in the sandwich and felt sympathetic. I began to obsess over my own hygiene. I wiped my face, checked for lap crumbs, ran my tongue over teeth. 'There's some... egg... face..'(point). He wiped it off. Then there was lettuce on a tooth. Then a runny nose. Egg on his shirt. I tried to look at anything else as much as possible. 'Something on your chin again.' Guacamole again.
One day after the calculus lecture, Jake turned back in his desk and mentioned Park City, snowboarding, and free. The two of us met with a girl and a boy at the boy's house. They were a serious couple and I wondered if I was on a date. There were Oreo cookies and Jake had Oreo coated teeth and lips and crumbs would explode from his mouth when he spoke.
Snowboarding was enjoyable and not particularly memorable. I'm not convinced of the Park City hype. And Jake had a very runny nose.
We ordered Wendy's chili topped with melted cheese. Jake's first bite ended with a string of cheese hanging from lip to one inch off his chin. 'You've got some cheese' (point). Wipe. Then more cheese the next moment. We all stared at it for a minute. His friend let me off the hook- 'Dude, you have cheese on your face'. Wipe. Four times. Five times. There was a connection from his lip to chin. Then an entire bridge from his chin to the cardboard bowl. Then a piece three inches off his chin bounced wildly while he talked. No one could listen to what he was saying. We just stared.
I didn't see him again until I bumped into him a few years later. He told me about a car he bought on eBay for a few thousand dollars. He told me he sent them a money order and he never got the car because it was a scam.