I had lunch in Station 400, Sarasota. I looked up and behind the cash register was a glorious mustache with David behind it. He was a waiter, but not assigned to me. As I was about to leave he was there again. I asked if I came back in two minutes with a camera, could I get his portrait. He said fine, with a big smile.
I rushed back and got the shot. I said, "I'll bet if I come back in a few weeks, the mustache will be out to here", ans I motioned about two feet with my hands. He said, "No, if you come back in a few weeks, it will probably be gone.
I'm glad I was there that day.