When I was conceived, God went through his check list. When he got to “ears?” I thought he said “beers” and asked for “two large ones”.

Consequently, as a child, after moms took me to the barber, people would say I “looked like a taxi cab going down the street with its doors open.” 

Fast forward to the global ‘pan. Look who can hang their mask on their ear when walking between classes. Meanwhile, all the sad sacks who made fun of me sticking theirs in their sorry pockets.

Whose laughing now suckers?!