Ticket Lady: "Are you trying to grow a beard?"
Me: [puzzled] "... no..."
Ticket Lady: "You're going to have to shave."
Me: [confused] "... uh..." [figuring it out] "Right now?"
Ticket Lady: "We can't let you in unless you shave or are trying to grow a beard."
Me: [wanting to roll eyes] "Oh, I'm... trying to grow a beard."
Ticket Lady: "Good answer."
I guess I'm going to have to try to grow a beard so I don't feel guilty for lying.
Yes, I would feel guilty for lying.
Luckily (for this, anyway), I was reeled into the next community theatre show, "My Fair Lady" and was cast as Professor Zoltan Karparthy (I didn't want any speaking role; I didn't even show up for auditions, but they gave me one nonetheless).
Anyway, the character is supposed to have a beard, so, to stay an honest man, I'll try to grow one for the part. I doubt it'll pan out (I'm not a harry bloke), but all I said was that I was trying to grow a beard...
This has made me conclude that pride is an integral part of the LDS Church right now. I mean, I am not bound to the honor code of being clean shaven (and it's not like I'm slovenly; just a little scruffy). But when I'm on their grounds, I'm expected to be groomed as per their standards (to the point of it being preferable that I lie to having a little bit of hair on my face) or I'm kicked out.
It's ridiculous, really, and an extreme level of pride.
(No, I'm not angry -- I'm not speaking between gritted teeth but rolling eyes.)