Remember my concerns about shaving my beard a week or so ago? I needn't have worried. Charlotte and Oliver didn't so much as flinch at the sight of my newly shorn visage. Certain folks at The Job, however, had an entirely different reaction. Just today, in fact, one of my colleagues came up to me. "You're gonna hate me, " she said, "and I do like the 'new look,' but....". I braced myself. "I was in the grocery store the other day," she continued, "and it really hit me.... you look like one of those guys on the Rice Crispies box."
"You mean Snap, Crackle & Pop?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. I didn't know quite what to do with that.
A bit of Googling later, I came up with the image you see at the top of this post. After a volley of e-mails, I assured my estimable colleague that so long as I didn't resemble Crackle (the one in the middle with the stripey hat), all was more or less well. She assured me that it was Pop (the one on the right with the yellow chapeau) that she thought I resembled the most. I suppose I can live with that. At least they wear Chucks.
Suffice it to say, the beard might be re-appearing very soon.
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