The Comb-over
I went out to lunch yesterday at a sidewalk cafe and as I was eating my bowls of twigs I was watching all the people that go by. It’s one of my favorite pastimes. This one’s clothes are too tight, that one has too much makeup on, that one really shouldn’t go outside looking like that and then my biggest pet peeve of all, the comb-over men. Puhleeze. If God wanted you to cover it up he’d have given you more hair!
To make matters worse for me, it was windy. As these silly buggers walked up the sidewalk, their hair was waving to me like a giant hand on top of their heads. It is not attractive! You might be different, but a neatly trimmed balding man is sexy to me. If you really can’t face going bald, then get a wig. At least it won’t wave to me.
Have a look at these heads, will you? I can’t believe that they think this is a good look. Maybe their mirrors show them something different.
Come on.. gimme the scissors!
