There is a moment, after lunch many days, when all of a sudden I remember that, in my haste to consume and my focus on whatever I was reading, that I might have left traces of a condiment on my shirt. At this time, I stealthily look around me to check that no one is looking, and then I scan the front of my shirt for the telltale traces of ketchup or perhaps soy sauce. Relief or agony sets in.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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Many PhD's share this same problem. I think that is why tweed and plaid are such popular patterns among the intellectual set. The rest of us just eat normally and don't understand complicated stuff.
I think it best to grow a thick beard and let it serve as a napkin/bib. If you clean infrequently it should ensure a fairly wide berth for you on the subway. Your clothes should stay clean underneath.
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