My mop has been out of control the last week. I wandered over to the local barber for snip after lunch. While my barber was working her magic, an elderly man carrying a clipboard entered the shop greeting everyone.
The gentleman sat across from me and pulled out a sketch pencil. He looked up and asked if he could draw my picture. I teetered between that deer in headlights expression and blurting out “that pick-up line won’t work on me anymore”.
Being the polite boy I am (most of the time), I responded with “sure, why not”, secretly wondering if he will ask me home to see his collection of etchings.