Death Chic

Last night in class our professor was complaining about his hair. Or rather, he was a little miffed that we students have spent so much time talking about his hair which – since he’s taken to looks that vary between “can’t find my comb” to “mafioso” – has been an ongoing source of amusement.

So you can imagine his absolute delight last night when, after he’d shown up looking a little shaggy, the dean of our college gave a local news station full access to our classroom for a story they were doing on jobs in the healthcare sector:

I think the message here is simple folks: work with stiffs and you can beat economical woes like a dead dog. Even if you have iffy hair.

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