Spring Cleaning

shave

Over the weekend I got the sudden urge to purge. No, not all the junk mail piling up around the home office. Nor the collection of Meatloaf and Ice-T CD’s (hey, sounds like dinner) gathering dust in a bin in the basement. It was my thick bristly mop of hair that needed removal to make room for things like bike helmets, baseball caps, and other warm weather accoutrements. So I got out the DIY clippers, put on attachment #1 and went to town. When I walked into the agency Monday morning a few ounces lighter, I was surprised to see I wasn’t the only one upon whom the Spring Equinox had worked its magic. There were many a thick beard tightly trimmed, or completely shaved off. It was as if somewhere in the deepest reaches of our human DNA, we had all responded to an evolutionary edict. Sunshine….gggrrr……warmth….grrrrrr……must..grrr…shed..grrr…hair.

How does the song go? We’re nothing but mammals, something something Discovery Chanel?

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