What’s Different About Me?
I saw a colleague at a meeting. He said, “Something is different about you.”
I shrugged. I had no clue.
He kept looking at me.
“Hey,” I said. “You’re staring at me.”
He laughed.
I laughed.
We joined others for our meeting.
Half way through, he leaned over, grinned, and said, “I just realized what’s different about you.”
“Okay,” I said. ” I’ll bite.”
“It’s your hair,” he said.
“My hair?”
“Yep,” he said. “It’s combed.”
