As we ride away from Amy & Keith’s house I’m surprised the beard is still attached to Scott’s face. I was sure Amy would put an end to it.
Here’s the backstory to why I thought the beard would never survive a couple of days with Amy.
Amy’s powers of persuasion rival those of a Jedi. In 2003, Scott and Amy worked together during a summer internship. Scott has a total disregard for fashion. He believes clothes are functional, they protect from the elements and cover up his man parts. He only retires a garment if it fails to do one of those two things. So he’s often found donning items from decades past. After dating for a year I realized my subtle hints were falling on deaf ears. Enter Amy. Even deaf ears could hear Amy’s not-so-subtle opinions on Scott’s attire. Before the summer was over Scott was updating his wardrobe and he no longer looked like an 80s flashback.
Scott classifies her methods as bordering on overt berating. I call them direct. Whatever her tactics, one cannot argue with their effectiveness. So imagine my delight when she greeted Scott at the door with…
OMG, THAT THING ON YOUR FACE IS SO DISGUSTING! I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
I could already hear the hum of the electric razor. I was sure it was the beginning of the end for the beard.
But here we are, rolling down Route 1, the beard still intact. A strip down the middle was lost in San Francisco. A move in the right direction. Baby steps. Perhaps like these sandcastles, it won’t come down in one big wave, but will disappear bit by bit.