So the rain finally got to me. On Thursday night I was sick of not working and not seeing my girlfriend. So I jumped in my car, drove for a while and have been looking for more gainful employment. Life is decent again.
We went out to a local bar, which is not unusual, however we had the same driver on both the way there, and back. What I remember of the conversation.
DRIVER: So what's with the hair? (it was a bit unmanageable at the time, and taking another shower would have taken too much time from drinking and visiting with my girlfriend.)
ME: What? Um I guess I just didn't feel like taking another shower after my nap. So what's with your hair?
DRIVER: What?
ME: I mean it looks like a Marine issue mullet.
DRIVER: Um.. My wife likes it and gets mad if I do anything else with it.
Personally, I thought the answer was bullshit, but let it slide for the rest of the trip. I'm still trying to figure out if I was the asshole for the description, or if we just breached some unwritten cab driver/ passenger rule of etiquette. Chances are, I was the asshole, but it was not an attractive haircut.
Not the most interesting thing to happen this weekend, but one of the ones that I'll put in the blog.
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