Has anyone ever noticed there seems to be a higher ratio of men sporting mullets that have chosen automotive repair as their career than in the general population? When I picked up my car from the shop yesterday, it was parked around the side of the building near all the bays. As I walked past the mechanics all chatting, enjoying their coffee, and skyrocketing the labor costs of the repairs they were doing, out of the seven or so men, there were three with mullets. But there was one that stood out from the entire group. I’d like to call him Mr. Lovely Locks.
Mr. Lovely Locks had hair that was thick and wavy, so it was poofy and feathered nice on the top and the sides. But the back of his hair? Were these gorgeous, just-past-shoulder-length bouncy Shirley Temple curls.
I really wanted to touch his hair, but he had a face like Walter Matthau, circa “Grumpy Old Men” years, and I had to go to work. But I really really REALLY wanted to touch his hair like Aunt Voula touched Ian’s hair in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”.