Comb-Over Hypnosis

Here I am sitting on the plane where "we have reached an altitude where electronic devices may now be used." A woman brought in a bouquet of lilacs, so I am guessing that the entire plane is going to stink like floral ass for the next 3 hours and 20 minutes. Lovely.

But that's not why I am writing this.

A gentleman just ahead of me has a comb-over hair-do than puts Donald Trump to shame. I sit here wondering how he manages to construct such an elaborate system of swirls and swoops on top of his head each morning. I'm guessing he's got at least 3 feet of hair in a carefully stacked layers, criss-crossing from one side of his head to the other and finally culminating in a fierce swirl around the perimeter. It's absolutely bizarre, yet I cannot look away. It is taking all the willpower I've got to refrain from whipping out my camera and taking a photo. This is a work of art, baby!

NOTE TO SELF: If baldness should suddenly attack, admit defeat and move on with your life.

Comments

damn! I would have loved to have seen a photo! hehe

Posted by kazza on April 23, 2004

   

Hah! I wonder what the proper etiquette is for something like that... "Excuse me sir, do you mind me taking a photo of your head so I can post it on the Internet?" When we landed, he bent over to grab the stuff he put under the seat ahead of him and I thought "uh oh, something's going to fall off here..." but it never did! He must be using some kind of industrial shellac or something. That's just keen!

Posted by Dave2 on April 23, 2004

   

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