Six O’Clock Vintage

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I haven’t posted in what seems a great while; terribly sorry to be sure.

I’ve been meaning to describe a remarkable personage to you for several days. I encountered this unique figure on Saturday morning at about half past eight. I was standing awkwardly in the crowded hallway of an Ohio State chemical laboratory waiting nervously to be admitted to the LSAT prison chambers, when I heard a voice begin to give instructions about lining up for entrance to our room.

Glancing down the hallway, I beheld the following singular gentleman.

He was probably just under 5 feet tall, and he couldn’t have been younger than 70, though his voice was still energetic. On first appearance, his most striking characteristic was his apparel. A worn, but well-kept, grey blazer covered a bright red V-neck sweater that was accented by a distinct white line on the V collar, the sweater covered a white dress-shirt, which was remarkably capped by a navy bowtie (pricked here and there by small white dots). Large glasses shielded the man’s small angular face and were attached to his body by a navy string, which was firmly affixed to the glasses hinges.

While his foppish garb caught my eye, the really extraordinary thing about this man was the way he moved, or shuffled. He had a hunched back so as to prevent his head from being able to look up–imagine someone slouching in a chair and then standing up, but keeping the exact same posture and simultaneously pushing their midsection a bit forward so as to compensate for the hunch.

The most remarkable thing was this man apparently could not move his neck at all; he moved his entire body to turn to either side and had a strange shuffling gate that helped him accomplish this. During the test he would pace to and fro and at the end of each pace he would wheel about on his heels while wringing his hands and stride back the other direction.

I’m glad he was there; the LSAT was mind and butt numbing (it lasted 5 hours with 1 ten minute break), and the beholding of this remarkable individual brought a smile to my face. I think I’m going to stock up on V-neck sweaters…

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7 total comments, leave your comment or trackback.
  1. The value of comic relief during a life-defining test can hardly be understated.

  2. I know who it was! It was Santa, in the off season he shaves, but he keeps the red vest so he doesn’t forget who he is.

  3. Indeed Ariel, without my goblin proctor, it’s doubtful I would have been smiling.

    Santa, if it was him, must also fast the entire non-holiday season…and perhaps his neck was injured because of a sleigh wreck?

  4. Anonymous
    Feb 18th 2005

    And you, of course, are certainly in a position to be judging appearances as you are the finest looking specimen on the face of the planet.

  5. BrotherMatthew
    Feb 19th 2005

    Anonymous sure is one sour cat. Could someone have had their feelings hurt?

  6. Boy of Destiny
    Feb 23rd 2005

    How did you do on your LSAT? I bet they saw you and their jaw dropped at your good looks! :)

  7. nate p.
    Feb 23rd 2005

    ha ha ha ha.. thats awesome… when i get old ill do that also…