Bed Head on Pinnacle Day

Peter forgot his passport. Our neighbors to the north let him in, but warned him that the Americans would not let him return. So I had to leave my house to procure transportation for said document. I like to run in the afternoon after fumbling around with work in the morning, so I left the house with bedhead and worn down running apparel. The good part of being away from home is that I know no one so it doesn't matter too much what I look like when I leave the house. At home, I'm sure to see people I know and they're sure to make comments to me about my appearance, and probably to anyone else they see that day. My standards have become quite relaxed and that's a little scary since they weren't all that high to begin with. But my mission was accomplished, and if all goes well, husbandman will be allowed to return to the country of his birth in a few days.