Jan 05, 2022 07:33
BBC came up front to talk to me about a few things, and we were talking as I was in one of our rentable rooms. I walked out and happened to end up under the skylight. I started talking to him, and he stops, gives me this confused look, and starts looking concernedly at my head.
...Uh, what's wrong?
He wouldn't say. He just kept looking, sort of shifting position. Now *I'm* concerned. I didn't notice anything weird on my head, and he appeared to be looking at my part. Umm...I mean, I know the skin near my hairline has been really dry, so I've been more dandruffy lately, but aside from that, there shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. He wasn't talking, but eventually held up two fingers, almost like he wanted to play charades. Dude, if something's wrong, you need to tell me what it is. This is, after all, the guy who insisted on taking a picture of my forehead a few weeks ago when he thought I was having a reaction to something. Eventually, he mentions Gandalf the Grey.
I got where he was going. He has found gray hair on my head. This is apparently the first time he's noticed any, and it's because of how the light coming from the ceiling hit me. I hate to break it to you, I found my first gray hair on my 30th birthday, so you're about 14 years too late. I have a slight swath of it coming out of my forehead. But thank you for scaring me over gray hair. Also, it's silver, by the way. I'm classy like that, thank you.
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