I'm back. And I'm becoming 'that guy' ...

... You know the guy at the supermarket/McDonald's/bank with the discheveled hair, sweat pants, stained t-shirt and blank stare?

... or that guy at the gym who is lifting weights in his jeans and wool cap because he's too lazy to change into work out clothes?

... or your neighbor who's taking out the recycling wearing only his underwear and a smile even though it's 10 degrees outside?

Well, as this winter progresses and my hair gets grayer, I'm becoming 'that guy'.

I'd like to chalk it up to laziness, but I think it's more of an 'fuck it' attitude you get when you're older. And, to be truthful, when I catch myself being 'that guy', it kind of makes my day. Nobody else's for sure, but it's sure to provoke a smile on my face.

I've got to go out and clean the snow off the car - where are my snowmobile boots, my scarf and my mitten/gloves? I'm already wearing a stained tshirt and hole-y underwear ...