I found out one of my coworkers lives in my apartment complex. It’s actually a pleasant little story. My mother rode out with me from Denver to LA to aid in my move and she stayed a few days to help me settle in. We were taking the dog for a walk and we see a large Chevy truck with an enormous Longhorn sticker across the rear window pull into my parking garage. My mother (who is precious) gets very excited and insists that we go wandering through the garage and find the owner of the truck. I talk her out of it but I’m very amused by her spontaneity. Then on Thursday, I’m driving to work and I realize I’m actually following said Longhorn truck. Turn for turn, I follow him, not in stalkerish way as my mom suggested, but following my usual route to work. Turns out he works at my company, on my same floor, just a few offices down from mine. Fast forward a few days, I walk into a conversation between Longhorn Truck and another coworker where he says he wants to shave his head that night. (He’s a very shaggy fellow.) I get roped into the conversation and offer my electric clippers (which I use to groom the dog.) We end up deciding that I’ll do the shaving and that we should take photos of the process. Hilarity ensues. Photos of the Prince Valiant bangs and the mullet are available on my flickr page. Please note the Hello Kitty Beach Towel/Smock.