“OMG! Your hair, what happened to it?”
He rubbed his gleaming cranium and said, “I decided to take it all off for the summer. You like?”
“No. I don’t like. You look like a buttered bean. What did you do, polish it?”
“Most women think bald-headed men are sexy and, and I thought it would go over well at work.” Now he was looking for sympathy.
Obviously he hadn’t heard the women in Human Resources referring to him as if he were a god incarnate, but if truth be told, their admiration was based on how he managed to maintain that wavy head of brown hair at sixty-four. It certainly was not based on his knobby nose, and you know what they say about noses…No, it was definitely his do, which she thought, at this moment, definitely did not.
Her first thought, he being next in line for the supervisor’s job, was how to retract the bean remark. She always spoke before thinking, but she was good at diplomacy and felt maybe now she herself had a better chance at the position.
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