Munchhausen's Grind

This dude told me my beard was epic. It was kind of a weird situation. I had gone to the bank to deposit a check. There happens to be a Brueger's Bagels next door to the bank. I've been eating at this Brueger's bagels bi-monthly since it opened a couple years ago. They do a great tuna and swiss with lettuce, red onion and tomato on an everything bagel, side of pickle and Rachel's Salt and Vinegar potato Chips. A GREAT one. They really do. Seriously though, there's never anyone in that place. It's a ghost town save for one or two dilligent office workers sitting in one of three booths, tapping away at a laptop while forgetting to give their turkey melt the time of day.

I was making my way to the napkin counter for some napkins when Three large men entered the front door. They were really big and tall. The last one looked at me through the glass wall and eventually, the glass door. Once we were face to face he offered up this compliment: "Nice Beard. That's epic, bro."

I thought, "Do I relate to him because he also has a beard? or do I simply understand what he is trying to say, because essentially his beard is of a lesser power?"

I can only hope that tomorrow brings me an ollie or two... it's been so long.

Actually I'd be happy to sit back with a latte and a viewing of Resident Evil: Afterlife. Maybe a toasted bagel with smoked whitefish.