Some brief, but important background: I don’t like shaving, but Amy likes it when I do because my face gets seriously scratchy otherwise. That is unless I’m growing a full beard, in which case it’s okay. End of important background.
As Amy and I were driving to Long Island yesterday afternoon, she turned to me and said. “You might want to shave. You’re beginning to look… well… I don’t want to change the positive connotation the word has with us, but… unemployed!”
Unemployed?! That’s the point!!
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