Hello, Handsome Stranger
I was in the middle of a team meeting in the cafeteria yesterday, when I glanced up and saw this vaguely familiar-looking guy in a reflection off the window. It took me several seconds to realize that it was me. Not in the metaphorical sense of "I no longer know who I am," but in the basic, "what's his name?" sense. It was incredibly jarring. Fortunately, I realized who it was before I asked a coworker.
5 comments:
New haircut? Glasses? Different shade of lipstick? What could cause such a dramatic change in handsomeness in a man?
That's the weird part -- no change whatsoever. All the more bizarre (and a bit disturbing, actually)
Perhaps I could help you find a good shrink. ; ) Pops
it was actually me in a JT suit. i'm here in the dorf, just to fuck with your head.
Bibby,
Can you sit in for me at a meeting tomorrow morning at 930? Just nod, smile and say "Jawohl!" whenever someone asks you a question.
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