Remember that woman I mentioned with the mustache? Well, I neglected to describe other things about her that are crucial to this story. She is a Theater Type Person which means that she regularly dresses flamboyantly. And she has rather wild hair that is held up on one side by a huge clip while the other side flows free. It all makes sense when you talk to her but at first glance she looks a little rough.
So today she was sitting in the lobby while her daughter was being worked on and she was schlumped over in the chair and nodding off a bit and snoring at times and another patient of ours who is German (I mention this because Germans are nothing if not straight forward) was in and she asked for a piece of paper and a pen. So I handed them over and she proceeded to write what I thought was a note to herself. But when she was done she very slyly handed the note to me and it read, "Is that woman sitting over there homeless?"
I looked over at the mustachioed lady and she did, indeed, look like a hobo just trying to get a little nap in a cool place.
Isn't that horrible! Has she no friends? How come her daughter hasn't said anything to her? Should I have told her that she looked homeless and that she should maybe spruce herself up a bit? Or, at the very least, shave?
And let's all do a big blogger hands-in right now that if I look like I make my living digging through trash you will tell me. I promise to tell you. Because we're friends. And if that is not the definition of a friend then I don't know what is.
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Dude...if one-sided hair clipping is a tell tale sign of homelessness, I better take a closer look at who's house I keep crashing into every day after work.
Check my blog for a Ray-K feature, you're essential.
I promise. I expect the same from you. Of course, I also expect Tim to tell me. He tells me when I have a booger or food in my teeth, so I'm guessing he'd be the first one to tell me to go brush my hair, shave my mustache and change my clothes. But in case he lets it go, you're my backup.
my hand is in, although I am a lunch lady with a hair net and apron on, but at least I don't have mustache....
I'll let you know if you start looking homeless. But since I don't see you often enough, you're going to have to post more pictures!
I don't think I'll ever look homeless, but if you do, I'll let you know:)
Wendy, I am laughing so hard right now!!!! You are hilarious.
Rachel, I don't think you will ever look homeless, unless of course you move to Wisconsin.
Did I ever mention about when we first arrived here during a -12 day. We pulled our caravan over to a McDonald's so I could pee and I was a little scared because I thought we must be in the ghetto. EVERYONE inside looked homeless. After living here I realized that it is just winter fashion. Put on anything you have to keep warm. Long, quilted coats seemed to be a necessity. The layering was admirable.
So, come visit Almost-Chicago, in the summer and skip the chance of looking homeless.
Hands In! I also think a "hands in" would be appropriate for informing me if my fly is down, if I have something in my teeth, or if I have a booger hanging out of my nose.
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