We were riding in the car and I was chewing gum. I could feel this man-sized-observer in the seat next to me staring a hole through my head. I figured it was leading nowhere good, so I ignored. At the next light, I turned to look at him and he whipped his head in the opposite direction while snorting to hold back a laugh. Happened a block later and the light after that.
I asked what he was doing and he could barely talk.
"BWAHAHAHAHA" (I hear). Leg slaps included, just for added impact.
"What?" I asked.
"Your mustache has wrinkles, now! BWAHAHAHAHA!"
"I asked what on earth?" He answered that I have wrinkles from my lips now like an "old lady grandma." I tried to save myself and told him the wrinkles were from 40 years of playing flute and piccolo and don't have a mustache. I really tried to stay calm and not crack up.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Does your mustache get in the way of playing flute?"
This isn't exactly a One Minute Miracle, but many connections were made during this conversation, admittedly at my expense.
I'll let you all know where to get the cheapest botox and a close shave.