Co-worker + Woody Allen glasses = hilarity (to me)

The picture you see to the left is, obviously, a doctored photo. The man in the photo is a co-worker named Chris Haggerty. I’ve known Haggerty now for years and he’s a sharp, well-organized, genuinely nice guy with a penchant for peanut M&M’s (which you couldn’t tell, because the man is extremely slender).

Well, today, an email chain I was involved with took a comical turn when I was referred to as “The Chairman” himself, Frank Sinatra. Haggerty quipped in a followup that he’s yet to see Mia Farrow hanging out in my office. If we did find her down there, he wondered, who would then become the equivalent of Woody Allen where we work? I thought about it and within a few seconds, I had an answer.

I decided to snag Chris’ employee photo from our intranet, do a Google search for a shot of Woody Allen, and then put them together. Cropping out Woody’s glasses, I went to affix them perfectly on Haggery’s photo but ended up being interrupted before I could complete the pic. When I returned to it — in the state you see now — I found myself starting to giggle. The giggling quickly turned into light laughter, then hard laughter, and before I knew it I had tears streaming down my face. For whatever reason, that Photoshopped photo that was made in under sixty seconds struck my funny bone with the power of a sledgehammer. I…was…gone.

I stupidly took a drink and then caught the pic out of the corner of my eye. Before I knew it I was in danger of spewing Coke Zero all over my desk. I had to stop, calm myself down, and focus on not laughing so that I could swallow. Mission accomplished.

Throughout the rest of the day (and even now that I’m penning this entry), I cannot look at that picture of Haggerty with skewed Woody Allen glasses on his face without busting up. Damn.