haircut revisited
So... today I had to dress up for work. Big meeting. Shirt and tie. You know how it is.
Now, since Monday, I'd already had two people not recognize me without the hair. This morning, I fooled two more.
Pretty funny when your friends don't recognize you.
I'm reminded of the time I went to Daytona Beach with some friends from home, and one, a grungy rocker kid with mutton-chop sideburns and mussed hair decided one day to go out alone, get a haircut and a shave, and a polo shirt. None of us recognized him when we got back to our room that night! Shawn started screaming and beating things with his cane in what could only be described as a severe state of confusion.
It was funny. We all had a good laugh. Especially Shawn, who, if I recall, referred to our newly-shorn friend as Charlie Brown. The change was drastic.
Much like Ann, who saw me for the first time in a week, dressed up without my huge mop of hair. This was a big change from me as the live-action version of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo.