This IS my favorite comic strip ever. Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.
I must say that it's been a blessedly been a very long time since I've been surrounded by combovers. Being in the high tech industry has many hidden benefits. I don't even remember too much of it during my stint at Boeing...of course, Boeing is the home of testosterone and kingdom building, so a full head of hair helps. I think you've got to be in an old school corporations, perhaps toward the higher echelons, or in academia.
Bert will remember the analytic/experimental chem professor at Eckerd. I think the man used ear hair for his combover. And sadly, I think his 10-year-old son had a combover AND was wearing dear old dad's polyester hand-me-downs in south Florida. Deeply, horrifyingly tragic. Of course, he never had the balls to say to me in lab one day "I guess you're NOT just another pretty face." *SHUDDER* Eckerd was great, but even the cool profs were a bit scary.
"Is this a...meeting or death by combover?"
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Thanks for dredging up that unfortunate memory. Now I'll have to go give myself a lemon juice infected paper cut to get over it!
March 16, 2009 at 7:17 AM
My work here is done...until tomorrow's pain is to be inflicted:)!
March 16, 2009 at 9:16 AM