The dingy fluorescent lighting in the bathroom at work really highlights the occasional silver in my hair. Once a strand catches the light, I have to hunt it down (a la Shark Week) until I have finally removed it. Usually, there is a new bald spot where I have been pulling hairs in search of the white whale.
But this one time, this ONE time, I just could not yank that glowing ember of former brown.
I brought my problem home to Flathead. “Can you please pull out my silver hair?” I asked him.
He replied, “All of them?!?!”
That was a real punch in the self esteem.
I thought there was only that one.