Hey, remember that first real big adult event you had to go to against your will when you were a teenager? =You know, the one where you had to dress up and stand around in a room full of grown-ups that not only you didn't know but had nothing in common with?= Or worse, how about that awkward family function when you were thirteen that was full of adults who’s names you couldn’t quite recall, and your worst fear was that one of them would start talking to you when you knew very well you wouldn’t be able to think of anything to say?
Yeah well, I was just reminded yesterday that not everyone grows out of that awful, fear-sweat fueled stage of adolescence. Just look at the hapless boob in the middle of this picture from yesterday’s Tribune:
Jeez, I almost feel bad for the poor dope. Well, not really, but you know. =(Of course Jimmy's not looking too sharp either, but at least he's having a good time.)