The Diatribe * net

While waiting for Swedish Girl at Park Street yesterday evening, I saw an old friend, Super Comb-Over Man.  He must still work at Exchange Place, because that is where I used to run into him at least once a week.  So as I was standing there, wondering why Tony Danza was going to appear on NESN, my eyeballs were assaulted by a most hideous sight.  This man looks to be in his 40s, he is about 5′9", and has a thin build.  He’s always in a suit and tie and always carrying a courier bag of some sort.  What makes the blood gush from my retinas is his massive comb-over.  You have to see it to believe it, but he must be at least as bald as Jason Alexander/George Costanza was toward the end of Seinfeld.  His comb-over begins above the nape of his neck, about where the soft part at the base of the skull meets the skull at the cerebellum.  He parts it almost horizontally and whisks it due north northwest, up, and over his entire head in a sweeping left to right direction.  Only a Nobel physicists could determine what keeps the hair in place once it’s precariously hovering atop his pate.  He makes Donald Trump look like Johnny Damon.  I was, am, and always will be in awe.  That is why he is Super Comb-Over Man.