business in the front...party in the back

i know this guy with a mullet. actually, i don't know him. i have seen him. it's a very impressive mullet. i have seen his family. his sons all sport mullets as well. i sat next to his son last sunday. i might have said hi to him once. or given him one of those "i don't know you, and i acknowledge your presence, but i don't want to have a conversation with you" smiles. i don't even know his name, or the names of his children, or his wife. i only know him as the mullet man. i recently had a conversation about the mullet man. it was not a very nice conversation. maybe i should make it a point to have a conversation with the mullet man instead of judging him blindly (well, not quite blindly). maybe i should stop deciding the value of people based on their choice of haircuts. maybe i should learn his name...