I am currently traveling out of town on official non-institute business on behalf of the good folks of Dilbertland. It goes with the territory; I actually like to travel a bit. It gets me away from the Misfits. While starting my personal grooming routine this morning, I noted that my extra razor was nowhere to be found in my travel kit. I use a manual razor and for some reason it was now not in my travel shaving kit. I don't know why, but, no big deal. I will go down to the gift shop in the hotel and buy another.
Arriving in the gift shop, I peruse all of the useless souvenirs, sweatshirts, coffee mugs, and key chains and find the personal care shelf. On the shelf is a blisterpack package of a small 2 oz can of shaving creme and a cheap disposable razor. I grab it and take it to the counter for purchase. The clerk greets me with a smile and asks me if there will be anything else. While doing this, I note she is looking at me in a funny way. I assume it is simply because I am not clean shaven and think nothing of it, but, she persists. Now, I am beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable over this attention and ask if she is OK. She said "You look kind of familiar. Are you that guy that deals with those weirdo's? What is it? Fathead Thinking?" Now, I think to myself, "Fathead Thinking!? Are you kidding me!? Is this what we have become?" The better than one year's effort of my carefully cultivated image building, the tireless pursuit of excellence, the dogged dedication to rooting out the truth, and the unswerving goal of dealing with society's losers in a central location in order to spare others the misery and burden of having to do so. And she describes it as "Fathead Thinking"?
I am growing a beard. It should minimize the appearance of my large skull.