What's that ... stuck to your ...?

Anyway, I exited the supermarket, having stopped off for food and smoothie in the munch-while-you-wait area and got on the train to cross town to my office. On the train quite a few people looked at me in the usual 'what are YOU doing here?' kind of oh-so-pleasant Japanese way. One girl couldn't look me in the eye but was transfixed by the side of my face. I turned away in disgust and got on with my book. I got off the train, passing millions of other commuters, went along the street, got a coffee at my regular cafe from the more-smiley-than-usual servers and walked the last 300 meters to my office. Once inside, I turned on my PC and went to the toilet when I discovered that, stuck to my beard, was a large piece of quiche.