I'm a spectacle
I was fascinating to a couple of kids on the T this morning. I get on at Porter, and they got on at Harvard with their mother. I had Dog, my netbook, open. The boy, perhaps about nine, pointed and said, "Look mommy! Her laptop is neat!" The mother agreed. This got the girl's attention. She was perhaps six. She whispered something to her mother, who heard and echoed, "You want your hair to reach your waist too?" I tried to not radiate happy too blatantly.
That combined with the elderly, possibly-East-European-but-definitely-accented woman who stopped me in the Corner Mall food court in Downtown Crossing to tell me not to cut off my long, dark, gorgeous hair, makes today a very good day in the follicular department.
That combined with the elderly, possibly-East-European-but-definitely-accented woman who stopped me in the Corner Mall food court in Downtown Crossing to tell me not to cut off my long, dark, gorgeous hair, makes today a very good day in the follicular department.