A position had come up in the company and the Boss and I were doing a final discussion of who he wanted to call back for a second time.
I said, “How about this one?
So I gave the reason’s why, work history, education, etc.
Boss said, “The main reason you want him is because he has a big nose.”
Me, “Yeah, he’s got a big nose, I like big noses.”
Boss, “Alright, I’ll give him a call. But one of these days I want to hire someone with a small nose. Everyone in this company that you had anything to do with hiring has a big nose, something is just not right about that.”
It’s true, in a world obsessed with small noses, I like big noses. Great big honkers, if it’s got a bump even better. I especially like the well-rounded noses, noses with substance.
A while back I was switching channels and I caught a TV show called Extreme Makeovers. On it was this woman with this great nose, it was huge, and it was one fine nose. I was riveted.
Then the surgeon got hold of it, cut it down, and then it was a small nose. I thought it was a tragedy. Now her nose is just one of many small noses. No distinction, no class.
I can see fixing real flaws; I mean we have the science and good doctors to do that. But when you take a fine big nose, a nose of distinction, and a nose of class and turn it into a small nose, just like everybody else’s nose, something isn’t right.
But then, I like big noses, what do I know.