I'm supposed to be having lunch with a visiting lecturer today. Except, nobody told me _where_ I'm supposed to be meeting him, only when. And I put on some slacks and a button-up shirt and was quite shocked to find my grandpa looking back at me from the bedroom mirror. I hate the way I look in slacks and buttonup shirts. It could have been worse - I could have found him looking back at me from the _bathroom_ mirror.