I'ts been my experience that a Friend or Loved one will tell me when there's mustard in my moustache right off, while folk who could care less will politely write me off as an Idiot and go away disgusted.

It was our custom in the Military Police, held to a higher standard of military trim than most grunts, to regularly "check out" each other as well as ourselves; rather than picking on each other or being vain, it was how we kept "squared away". "Looking out for your Buddy" used to be (and I hope it still is) one of the central tenets of military esprit' de Corps, and some of us old Veterans sort of stick to the habit long after the War... or at least OUR War... is over. I get the distinct impression that some salty ol' Vets of "Hooligan's Navy" are not at all unfamiliar with the tradition, Glory be.

Allow me to join the legion of fans greatly releived to know that said boo-boo on the thumb has been duly diagnosed and dealt with! We'd hate to see you picking your nose with your toe.