Stalked
A couple of weeks ago, Bob and I were in line at a local discount emporium when I noticed the gentleman behind us. He wore what had to be the worst hairstyle I've seen this decade. Imagine the "Close to You" era Richard Carpenter Prince Valiant 'do on a fifty-something, chubby, jowly man. And then imagine that he hadn't washed this fabulous coiff for about 2 weeks. Ewww. It was so hideously inappropriate, I thought it had to be a wig. I pointed out this crime of nature to Bob, but he was focused on something else at the time.
About a week later, Bob and I were breezing through the aisles of a totally different store (well, okay, it was the same store. But one all the way across town from the other one), and THERE HE WAS AGAIN. And he still hadn't washed his hair. At least this time Bob got to see him.
Earlier today, Bob and I were hungry. I had noticed yesterday that a deli down the street from where I used to live was under new ownership. So we decided to go there and try it out. After perusing their fairly extensive menu and much careful deliberation, I ordered what I always order. Bob picked out a table right next to the grill, and after I got my soda, I joined him. And then I noticed who was making my sandwich. Yes, it was Prince-Valiant-from-Hell. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At least now that I've seen the back, I know it's not a wig. Unless they've started making them with bald spots built right in.
Where will this fashion disaster turn up next?
I have to admit he makes a pretty darned good Reuben sandwich.
About a week later, Bob and I were breezing through the aisles of a totally different store (well, okay, it was the same store. But one all the way across town from the other one), and THERE HE WAS AGAIN. And he still hadn't washed his hair. At least this time Bob got to see him.
Earlier today, Bob and I were hungry. I had noticed yesterday that a deli down the street from where I used to live was under new ownership. So we decided to go there and try it out. After perusing their fairly extensive menu and much careful deliberation, I ordered what I always order. Bob picked out a table right next to the grill, and after I got my soda, I joined him. And then I noticed who was making my sandwich. Yes, it was Prince-Valiant-from-Hell. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At least now that I've seen the back, I know it's not a wig. Unless they've started making them with bald spots built right in.
Where will this fashion disaster turn up next?
I have to admit he makes a pretty darned good Reuben sandwich.