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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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