Where's a camera when you need it

Yesterday, while riding on public transportation, I noticed the young man standing next to me had the hairiest knuckles I've ever seen and he'd shaved his head. Wait. What makes someone lather up the skull and ignore the bushy growth on the hands? Maybe it's a question of where to stop or maybe time because, as women know, once you shave those legs you're a slave to the razor from that point on. I was just thankful it wasn't tank-top weather.