We had what the company calls a "town hall meeting", held once a month with randomly selected employees to discuss what's going on right and wrong in their departments. Closed doors, confidential, etc.
At the begining of the meeting, Chad, our immediate Boss Man, looked at the guy seated to my side. "Scott," he said, "it's all about the 'stache." His commentary gets many a blank look at first, I've found. But he explained that we should have a "team building" exercise where we try to grow the most impressive moustaches. Jaime, the only gal in the room, asked if she was invited. "Absolutely!" said Chad. "Show the guys your not below their facial hair. Be a trail blazer." Me, with no smallish amount of head hair, he looked at and said "Ryan, shave all that off.. except the 'stache."
I've rarely talked with him much, but I'm starting to like his sense of humor.
The mood was loose, and Chad is a me-boss-you-not kinda guy, but since we were just rambling, at one point in the conversation- we were going over specifics about boring shit- I raised my hand real quick.
He raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"
"Well", I began with a hint of drama, "I've been looking around this room, and thinking about our MET team, and" (brief pause)
"..should I get a walrus mustache like was all the rage in the 1880's, or handlebars?"
I think somehow that earned a point for me. Not that that's what I was going for, but I decided if he funny, I be funny, too.
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