I encountered my first freak, The Plucker, on the Q train from Brooklyn. He was very pale, and completely hairless. From watching his behavior it was fairly obvious why. During the entire train ride, which lasted 20 minutes, he was plucking his face with tweezers. He'd focus on one small area at a time, plucking furiously for about a minute. Afterwards he'd rub his fingers over the newly smoothed skin, and then start plucking furiously all over again. Every once in a while he'd wipe the hair off the tweezers and brush it off of his pants onto the subway floor.
It was hard to look away, and a few times I accidentally made eye contact. Maybe it was paranoia, or a fear of hairlessness, but when I got off the train I was certain he was following me. Fortunately a busy train had just arrived so I quickly darted into the crowd. The Plucker got lost in the shuffle and I safely made it home, unplucked.
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