Beardy
So, I'm standing at the Williams UMCU ATM, while Amy's getting some cash out and I'm waiting for her to be done. Some guy comes walking by, looking like he's in a pizza delivery uniform or something, and as he gets close, he says, "How's it goin', Beardy?"
I say something like "Ok, you?" and just hten, Amy gets done with her banking, and we start off toward the car, in the same direction as the guy. He starts telling us how he used to have a beard down to his nipples, and how the man (his boss) made him cut it off. He acted like he knew me, but I was in no real condition to suss out what the fuck he was talking about. But since we all walked at about the same speed, we ended up with about a block of conversation about the trials and trevails of beards in modern society. Or at least how evil bosses make you cut 'em off.
Both Amy and my parents have now started calling me "Beardy."


(This isn't the first time that I've gotten stuck in a weird conversation about my beard. I don't know, but I think I've written the other one before, from Italy...)