Okay so here’s a stupid story
I was walking through the hallway at school past the computer lab, which has a glass wall, so you can see everyone working inside. As I walked by, I saw a guy at a terminal with something on his forehead. I wondered if it was a burn or something, or a really weird birthmark, and then I saw a guy in a suit and was like, “Damn, that’s a nice suit.”
So I went out into the street and was walking along Jackson towards Michigan when I saw someone with another mark on their heads. I can’t see very well, so I thought it could have, again, just been a natural mark. But I thought, “Ha, wouldn’t it be funny if there was this cult of people in the city who had marks on their foreheads like that?”, and that’s where that thought ended.
Sitting in Starbucks, I’m looking out the window so I can see my bike where it’s locked up, and I just saw another guy with a mark on his head. And this time. This time I was like, “Oh, how— Wait. Wait. Lent.”