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November 04, 2005
Hair Stories IV
I take my lunch to the park across the street, the award-winning and humanely-designed Miller Plaza, a few times a week. One Wednesday, I was meeting my wife for a nice break. Our mouths were full of food as we looked into each other's eyes lovingly. Two old ladies got up a couple of tables over, chattering loudly. I paid no mind, until one of them said something indistinct rather loudly. I looked up, and she was looking at me. I had no idea if she was talking to me, and locked eyes with her and did some sort of goofy pantomime to indicate such, since verbal communication was failing. Lady 2 intervened, "What she is telling you is that you have gorgeous hair." Lady 1 quickly followed, "Have people told you that before?" I replied in the affirmative, and broadly indicated the large population of such. Lady 1, undeterred, continued, "Well, we saw you and thought 'he has such beautiful hair', and we were so jealous. That's what every woman wants."
Thanks, ladies. I'll be here all week.
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That's why I like you. Your blossoming locks.
Posted by: mesh at November 7, 2005 03:19 PM
I second that. :)
Posted by: hannah s. at November 10, 2005 09:58 AM