She arrived and met me on the road at the highway. I welcomed her to Big Beaver. She looked at me with no beard and no mustache. She cocked her head, studying me and said, “You look different…” I said, “Handsome, hey? I like that you got to know me when I had a beard and then a terrible mustache, so you got to know my personality before you got to see how handsome I am. I am so tired of being treated like a piece of meat… Now, finally, after getting to know what is inside of me you get to see the real outside!”
That made her laugh.