Years ago when I lived in New York City, I had a job in Manhattan in a building where I had to use an elevator. Every so often, it would stop at a floor, a man would come in balancing his pencil on his upper lip. He would stand in the elevator with the pencil on his upper lip, and then get off on another floor. The first time I saw him I was literally in shock, thinking to myself, "What wrong with his ear? That's where most people put them." After that, every time he got on, I found it very hard not to burst out laughing.
