Ever walk into a room after being gone a while and everyone's holding their breath, waiting for you to notice/comment/react to something that's hugely different?
Yeah. That happened to me this afternoon and even after realizing they were waiting I still didn't know why and I threw my bag down on the island, cracking open a Gatorade because it's three hundred thousand degrees outside still and I'm actually taking antibiotics for a bacterial flu bug.
(But still working because DEDICATION. LOYALTY. WORK ETHICS and also MONEY. And free breakfast plates after 1 pm, huzzah!)
I finally snapped at Dalton with the most Lochlanesque order I've ever given. Go on then. Out with it!
He nodded toward PJ. I look and then look back at Dalton and then around the room. What is happening. I don't get it.
Then PJ stood up and turned to smile at me and I realized what was different. I may have shrieked and dropped my Gatorade on the floor and now my whole kitchen is vaguely tinted orange.
PJ cut off all his hair. His elbow-length hair. His Obituary hair.
All of it.
He still has the beard and the chops but now he has a wavy, short do, streaked with some serious salt and pepper mixed in with his light brown.
You look amazing.
I was so fucking hot, Bridge, I couldn't stand anot-
I love it.
You do?
Yes. Also you look taller.
See, I TOLD you I did. PJ claps Duncan on the back of the head. Fucker.
Yeah. That happened to me this afternoon and even after realizing they were waiting I still didn't know why and I threw my bag down on the island, cracking open a Gatorade because it's three hundred thousand degrees outside still and I'm actually taking antibiotics for a bacterial flu bug.
(But still working because DEDICATION. LOYALTY. WORK ETHICS and also MONEY. And free breakfast plates after 1 pm, huzzah!)
I finally snapped at Dalton with the most Lochlanesque order I've ever given. Go on then. Out with it!
He nodded toward PJ. I look and then look back at Dalton and then around the room. What is happening. I don't get it.
Then PJ stood up and turned to smile at me and I realized what was different. I may have shrieked and dropped my Gatorade on the floor and now my whole kitchen is vaguely tinted orange.
PJ cut off all his hair. His elbow-length hair. His Obituary hair.
All of it.
He still has the beard and the chops but now he has a wavy, short do, streaked with some serious salt and pepper mixed in with his light brown.
You look amazing.
I was so fucking hot, Bridge, I couldn't stand anot-
I love it.
You do?
Yes. Also you look taller.
See, I TOLD you I did. PJ claps Duncan on the back of the head. Fucker.