Crack me up. God has to be a coyote! Bet your dad got the loan anyway :grin:
When I was fired for refusing to shave my beard in New York City in 1970 (fear I'd be perceived as a "hippie" and one nutty customer complaint) my fear was that I'd have to shave it off anyway to get another job...
Turns out I was hired bearded, no problem, in short order.
The nice thing about being hired bearded, long haired, tattooed, kilted, whatever...is you don't gotta worry about it anymore.
Why work anywhere you can't be your true self?
Ron
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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