Stuck With It

Henry – the man who knows everyone and everything – was in his usual spot outside Yankee Stadium today.

“Hey,” he said. “Where’s your mustache?”

“I left it at home,” I admitted. “During Wednesday’s game I had it on, but Jason still didn’t win that All-Star vote.

“It’s too bad,” I continued. “But I’m glad to see that you’re still behind the campaign.”

“I’m never going to shave it,” Henry shot.

“Every little bit helps,” I said. “Maybe we can demand a recount.”

Henry shook his head.

“Nope,” he said. “I think we’re stuck with it.”