So,
mal and I, being friends, regularly hang out together. Sometimes for lunch. Sometimes at lunch, random people talk to us about our hair. Here is a typical incident, slightly edited for story-telling's sake:
mal &
iphy: [happily talking about work and interior decoration]
RandomLady: Excuse me. Are you two related?
iphy: Not even remotely.
RandomLady: Oh. You could be twins!
mal &
iphy: [smiling]
mal: We seem to get that a lot.
iphy: Yep. We're not even from the same state.
RandomLady: Well, I'm glad you found each other.
mal &
iphy: [more pleasant smiles and friendly laughter]
This is pretty much the normal thing. Once, though, the random person was much more insistent:
mal &
iphy: [at changing room mirrors, posing and laughing]
ShoppingLady: Wow. Are you two sisters?
mal: [smiling] Nope.
ShoppingLady: Wow. You look like twins.
iphy: Heh. It's probably the hair.
ShoppingLady: Are you sure you're not twins?
Frankly, I had nothing to say to that.
Mal was very nice to her and it passed. I was busy thinking, "Lady, I am pretty sure it's the kind of thing we'd know."