When I saw this guy in a Walmart ad this morning, I knew he looked familiar.
Somehow, I just couldn’t place him, though. I thought so hard that my brain started to hurt.
Not wanting to burst a vessel on the Walmart ad, I shifted to The New York Times. The Sunday Review section offered this picture. It could be a distant cousin, I supposed, but the guy’s hair is all wrong.
My head kept pounding.
Somewhere … somewhere. I had seen that head somewhere.
In a sudden burst of recognition, I realized why that guy looked familiar.
He’s a Gumby.
No, not the green, bendy kind of Gumby. The Michael Palin and Monty Python kind of Gumby. The guy from the ad could fit right in.
The realization made my brain feel better, though I began to have the urge to hunch over, bend my elbows out and clench my fists.
Anyone know a good doctor who looks like John Cleese?
I have an Australian friend who always likes to say, “Don’t be a Gumby!” or “I feel like a Gumby!” Now I understand.