What’s funny is that I never read the Times, but forced myself to after I was trapped on a plane for seven hours next to an overly affectionate old German couple. I spotted this print ad, thought it somehow looked familiar, and then never finished the article because the Germans pulled a blitzkrieg and shanghaied my paper.
I guess the profile of someone I sat next to for several months because I used to work at the ad house that created it should probably present a more trigging recognition.
However, in my defense, he’s usually not screaming in anger.
