...but not a roving eyebrow.
Reminds me of a somewhat embarrassing incident that happened to me 10 years or so ago. I was attending my federal agency's annual conference at some swank hotel in D.C., and, partly as a joke, partly in a sincere effort to pull off an incognito appearance so as to avoid the attention of the usual crowd of whiny clients, I wore sunglasses and a fake mustache that a colleague had given me as a gag gift for my birthday (a specimen in the handlebar family) . It seemed to be working, until I took my sunglasses off for a moment to rub my eyes, and was immediately recognized by a loan officer from one of our most active banking partners. She was (and is) a very vivacious lady, originally from Brazil, and she just had to take the opportunity to introduce me to the president of one of Argentina's largest banks. The gentleman - tall, distinguished-looking, immaculately dressed - smiled and extended his hand. I went to shake hands with him and also smiled. It was at this point that the mustache dropped off my face and fell to the floor. Not unlike the Argentinian gentleman's jaw. So, in case you were wondering, there are sound reasons why you never saw me gracing the cover of Forbes magazine, or read of me rising to the highest levels of government or finance.