  This morning Matt and his friend Micah stopped by while I was working. We ended up talking a bit, and Micah seemed kind of aggitated.
I asked him what was wrong, and he told me a story that went something like this. "I went to get my haircut today, and I wanted it shorter than usual. So I'm sitting in the chair, and she asks me how it looks. I say it looks okay, but I'd like it a bit shorter.
She starts cutting then says, 'You know, I'm trying to keep it a little bit longer to hide your receeding hairline. '" (Micah is 23 years old, and his hairline really isn't that bad. ) At this point, I burst out laughing. "You should have said something to her! ", I yelled. "I would have, but she had scissors in her hands!
" Then Matt started laughing, and interrupted with the rest of the story. "So we went to *random electronics store - I don't remember which one*, and he picks up the video camera that's attached to the big screen TVs. And he yells 'Attention shoppers! I'm Micah. I'm 23 years old from New Jersey, and this is my receeding hairline! ' And he continues to zoom in on his forehead ranting for five/ten minutes. 'Yeah, see that? Big forehead! Receeding hairline! I'll be bald before I'm 30! '" A word of advice to hairstylists - don't tell your clients they're balding at age 23. It's just not good business. 
