Monday, March 20, 2006
Coming back from lunch today, I rode the elevator with a tall, thin man (resembling Timothy Hutton somewhat, actually) who was combing his hair. In the elevator. In front of me. It was just us in there.

Is it wrong that I find his hygiene timing a bit odd? Doesn't it seem strange that he would comb his hair in front of a complete stranger? Productive vanity, at least to me, seemed like something you'd want to take care of prior to leaving your house in the morning. (shrugs)

Then he put his comb away in his front lapel pocket, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to keep a comb in your front pocket. Men, can one of you please explain this to me?