I was at the supermarket check-out line, and noticed that the woman in front of me had a large and obvious facial deformity — kind of a dark, pendulous chunk right under her mouth, and another, smaller one near her eye. She was cheerful and talkative, and I chided myself a little, thinking how self-conscious and crabby I can be when my hair is messed up or I have a zit on the side of my nose — but here... Read more