Many of you may have wondered where I have fallen off of the earth to, but I assure it is nowhere exciting. I have been plugging away at designing a brochure and maintaining a full time job as well. But this is not what brings me to writing.
During the day, I work in the oh-so exciting world of banking. I see nothing but the black and white of numbers and the green of money. As the person at the front desk I also see lots of people, many of them characters. Which brings me to this week’s installment: Wig Man.
Have you ever seen someone where a wig in all seriousness? Not just a toupee, or a pink beehive on Halloween, or even a fashionable wig to help a cancer victim feel a little normal. We’re talking a wig worn by a tall older gentleman that looks painfully obvious. It has the sheen of plastic Barbie hair, and probably the worst cut ever. In fact, I don’t think you could even classify it as having any sort of stylish shape to it. My point is that it looked bad.
And here is where I ask you, could you keep a straight face? Huh, could you? I did…barely.