Cool Hipster Dude

Do you remember my coffee-making coworker, the "colonel?"

I thought I would give you some scoop and a bit of a visual. He's not in yet. He's late every single day. Every day. Here's the good part, though: he won't leave before me. Ever. But, I know his m.o.

He thinks if he leaves after me, I can't possibly know when he leaves, so being late doesn't matter - he's made up his time in the evening. Yeah, right. There are so many times I have turned around because I forgot something, etc... I mean, I haven't been gone 10 minutes, and when I get back, guess who has locked up and left? Yep, the colonel.

So, I mess with him. I'll stay REAL late...just to see what he'll do. He never leaves. And, trust me on this one...he really doesn't even DO anything, so it has to kill him to hang around.

Okay, back to the visual...

The colonel is about 54, but looks at least 70. No lie. Tall, kind of thin with a bit of a stomach, with a gray goatee and thinning gray hair. Now, he was a teenager in the early 70's, so he tries to identify himself as a cool, hipster dude who grooves on Hendrix or the Stones or any other rock reference you can think of, but....

Another big BUT here...he sits in his office listening to the complete works of Lawrence Welk and other of that genre.

His wife is 10 years older.

From what he's said, they "hit the hay" around 9pm.

Cool.
Hipster.