Here’s the thing. I’m at work today — a highly classified line of work, might I add — when this older broad gets on the elevator. And by older, I mean much older. A real mummy, you know? And the topper? Bald. That’s right, completely bald. Yuck.
So I say to myself — and by that, I mean said out loud — “Self, even if we go completely bald in our lifetime, we will never be a bald woman. Thank christ.”
Long story short, the lady burst into tears, mumbling something about chemotherapy or some shit, and I had a good chuckle. Hey, what can I say? You gotta smell the roses where you find ’em, folks.