Many years ago, an old friend I grew up with related this Frightful Moment in Passing.
George had been in San Francisco on business, and after a full day of meetings, the team he was meeting with decided to all go out for dinner at one of the local trendy restaurants.
As they walked in to the establishment’s waiting area, they were greeted by what would be considered, from a fair distance, to be a cute, college age girl, nicely dressed with her makeup and hair all done.
However, when they approached the hostess station, they realized that this fashionable girl also sported what looked to be a decent two day beard!
There was an awkward moment and the hostess finally asked then how many were in their party. The answer was returned and they moved off to a corner to wait, except one of their party, who was slightly inebriated by this time. He stopped, looked at her closely, and finally told her “You really need to shave!” The hostess kind of held her head down, and whimpered that she had been late to work after a few days off, and never had a chance to shave.
Enough said?
