I was bringing my 80 year old mom back from a visit to her Doctor the other day. Mom has always made a point of commenting on people she sees as we drive along.
We stopped for the light at a major intersection. A work crew was making some adjustments to the traffic lights above and the timing controls on the ground. There were three guys.
The traffic engineer, a BIG hombre, had long, thick, fluffy, black hair. (I knew he was the traffic engineer because he was the one watching the bucket guy above and barking loudly at the other guy who had his head in the control box over on the shoulder of the road.)
As soon as mom looked toward the traffic engineer, I knew what was coming. I made sure the windows were up and awaited her take on the situation. The conversation went like this…
Mom: “Look at that man’s hair! What in the WORLD would make a man grow his hair like that. Doesn’t he know he looks crazy?” (see why I worry about the windows?)
Me: “A lot of men do that these days mom. He probably rides a Harley.”
Brief silence. The light turns green and we move on down the street.
Mom: “I guess he just wishes he was a woman.” (sigh)
Silence…
Mom: “I shouldn’t say that. He probably just doesn’t want to pay for a haircut. Haircuts are expensive nowadays I’m sure.”
Silence…
Mom: “How much does a man’s haircut cost now Don?”
Me: “Oh…twelve to twenty dollars depending on where ya go.”
Silence…
Mom: “Well, if I was a man, I guess I’d grow my hair long too before I’d pay twenty dollars just for a haircut. That’s almost what I pay for a perm!”
Silence…
Mom: “If he gets it cut now though it’ll cost him a fortune. Looks like he woulda just kept it short.”
Me: “Well mom…I don’t think…..
Mom: “Don’t you go growin’ YOUR hair long. I’ll pay for your haircuts if you can’t afford it.”
Me: “Thanks Mom. I’ll be sure and let you know if I’m faced with that problem.”
Silence.
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