I’d like to introduce you to the man with all the big ideas around here. We fondly refer to him as Mr. Mustache, although his real name is Carl.
Carl “Mustache” Lundquist grew up in Bethesda, MD, with all the pomp, commerce and crab cakes the area had to offer. The son of a keyboard manufacturer, Carl often spent Saturdays deconstructing old Casios just to see how they worked. He soon began gutting out PCs and taking electronics (some not that old) off the streets of his affluent neighborhood on “large garbage” nights. Deconstructing was the easy part, but it was the rebuilding that Carl began to enjoy. He soon started custom-building PCs, optimizing their hard drives, processors, and RAM. He made a killing in high school not only by selling these units to the few kids of his district whose parents didn’t turn their nose up at the notion of buying refurbished, but also by repairing older units for the elderly around the block and the pawn shop guy off Old Georgetown Road.
In a few years’ time, he would be accepted into MIT, drop out after 3 semesters, work as the lead technician for a top IT hardware manufacturer and quit because of a disagreement about his grooming habits. After moving down South, he would come to work for planIT HARDWARE, where he was lovingly accepted for both his extraordinary expertise and facial hair.
It’s true, I mustache him a few questions, but I’ll shave them for later (har har har). “Please don’t ever say that again.”
Monsieur M. is an avid drinker of dark roast coffee, likes it with a splash of cream: “UPS Brown.”
He refuses to talk about the weather. “Hail no,” he says when asked if he checks it daily.
Lately, he’s been jarring his own peaches with some help from Owen. Peach season is ending here in the Peach State, and those Mason Jars are good for more than a quaint drinking glass. “I need a napkin whenever I have a drink of any sort…a mustache napkin, for wiping off after each sip. It’s a lot of work having this thing.”
He only dons the finest of threads. “I buy all my clothing from Brooks Brothers and Brooks Brothers only.”
Does he have any tattoos? “Just one. A little mustache the runs lengthwise on my pointer finger.”
Hipster girls love him. “They’re always busting out their mustache wallets or flasks that they got from Urban Outfitters. It’s flattering, I suppose…although I don’t understand the fascination.”
Who are his closest friends? “Rich Uncle Pennybags, you know, the Monopoly guy…he and I are pretty tight. Also, Tom Selleck. And Steve; oh, he’s just a fellow IT hardware broker with a killer ‘stache.”
Mr. Moustache is an excellent salesman, as well as an experienced IT technician. He used to work in the northeast, but quit after he was constrained by his employer to shave the ‘stache. “I moved to the south, where that sort of thing is more acceptable in the workplace. Asking me to shave is like asking me to cut my head off…and that’s just not gonna happen.”
He knows how to save money and is a guru in the virtues and benefits of buying refurbished. “In this new economic culture we’ve all been adapting to the last few years, beards have become more popular and fashionable once again—people don’t want to waste money or time on shaving anymore. ‘Stop shaving and start saving,’ is what I always say.”
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