Okay, I normally don’t like to talk shit about people, especially when it concerns their hair. HA! I will totally talk shit about your hair, especially when you have done something like this to it. There is a clear-cut choice involved here, and the choice should have been a cut. The only reason I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about posting this is because this gentleman (and I use the term loosely) sat this far in front of me and proceeded to talk loudly and obnoxiously on his Blue Tooth for the duration of my lunch hour, as I tried to read a book. He didn’t seem to mind that his friend sat across from him wearily thumbing through a newspaper, and looking sheepishly uncomfortable.
But back to the hair at hand. What is the point of this fiasco? And why are there five hair ties on his ponytail? Two wouldn’t have sufficed? Maybe he’s just providing a safety ladder for any rodents that need a way up. Maybe he’s giving us casual observers an attention-getting way to draw our eyes to his bald-spot. Maybe he just needs something to do in the morning when most of us would be picking out something decent to wear.
(Again, I would honestly not say any of this if he hadn’t ruined my Zen-intended lunch break, but some things are unforgivable, and unforgettable.)