No sooner did I get done complaining about 5-blade razors and their advertising when I receive the following notice in my inbox at work.
Be a Man 08
Yes. That’s right. Finally, a reason to eschew shaving for a whole 2 months. It’s kismet, right? I have never actually attempted to grow a beard at any time in my life… mainly because I’m facial-folliclely challenged. I’ve always wanted to be able to have the whole Magnum PI ‘stache or maybe even the Sonny Crockett 5 o’clock shadow, but since each hair on my face has a mortal fear of all the other hairs, they only grow singularly. Thus, instead of looking tough and cool or even manly, I look patchy.
I did mention this was for a good cause. Well, a co-worker and buddy here in the office was in a car vs. motorcycle accident last week. Worse than that, while he was on his motorcycle, he was hit by a drunk driving ex-con who was running from the police (and also hit a pregnant woman’s car as well). News story here and here. The good news is he is going to be ok. The bad news is he is in bad shape and has a tough road ahead of him to get back. Here is a short list of what he’s fighting right now:
Broken Scapula (shoulder)
Broken Collar Bone
Broken Mandible (jaw)
Several teeth were damaged
10 Broken Ribs and punctured lung
3 broken vertebrae – but thank God – no spinal cord damage
Extensive abrasions and bruising
He has been in the ICU for the past 4 days and probably has a couple more. Then the long road to recovery begins.
So, we’re growing our facial hair company wide and the entry fee goes to help Jeff get back. How can I decline that? In case you’re interested, here are the contest rules. Also on the Jeff benefit front, there has been scuttlebutt around here about a benefit party with all proceeds going to his recovery. If there is one thing the Wirestone really knows how to do, it is good parties for even better causes. I will post the information on whatever we come up with here, so if any of you dear readers want to come out and have a drink for a good cause, you’ll know where to go.
Anyway, you’ll see some updates from this thing as we go along. And yes, I did get Jess’s OK to embark on this adventure before I agreed to do it.
From Monday on, just refer to me as Patchy McGee. Who knew facial hair could be so exciting? Well, except for the well coifed gentleman in the above picture, that is.