The man in front of me moved his hand back and forth to his face in a very odd way. Intrigued by the odd continuous movement I took a closer look. I shouldn't have: he was shamelessly pulling out stubble and in-grown hairs with a pair of tweezers. For ten minutes. Then came the cologne - and plenty of it. Grooming in all honor, but pulling out ingrown hairs in public? What's next? Squeezing pimples? Yuck.