I went to get a haircut today, something I've put off for a while because I find the experience unpleasant. The barbers invariably talk too much and have cigarette breath. Today's barber was no exception, but he was friendly enough, and I forgave him everything when he told me that I had nice hair. (I'm at the age where I'm just glad my hair is showing up for work every day—a compliment is way beyond my expectations.) An hour later, I was walking on Broadway in Soho, and a kid hawking candy starts following me. "You're looking good, bro," he said, trying to get me to engage. "Looking real good. You a Hollywood star? You're Bruce Willlis, aren't you? Bruce Willis! Bruce Willis!" OK, I know he was being intentionally absurd, and he probably says that to every guy he sees, but Bruce Willis is bald.
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