Attack of the Fuzzy Pink Sweater

The Fuzzy Pink Sweater Strikes Again

I put on the pink one this time to talk to Rusillo's for some hot chocolate with my paperwork. As I sat there writing like a maniac, a grizzly haired guy across the room said something in my general direction that began with "do you mind (mumble mumble)?" I didn't have a clue what he said, so I shook my head and gestured, go ahead, and went back to writing.

Right before I left he brought me a slice of his pizza to taste - avacado and chicken, and then gave me the picture he'd drawn of me from pastels. The employees said it didn't look like me, but it had my hairline, nose, chin, and forehead. Pretty good at that, though it isn't the most flattering picture of me. Profile, and my hair pulled back.

I have it posted on my wall.