Carpet, Horses and Yarn
I should get the mall stuff out of the way so we can talk about yarn.
Elaine has always told me this day would come. I have become my parents! I can’t handle some of the hairstyles of the youth. (I will get to the mall stuff, just hang with me.)
My parents were not happy about my choice of hairstyle (or lack of hairstyle) in my teenage years. To tell you the truth Elaine didn’t like it much either, then or now. I washed my hair daily, combed it while wet in the morning, cut it rarely and whatever happened, happened
Professional football players are wearing their hair longer these days. Well, this is not a new style. The players have chosen to copy a hairstyle pioneered by my friends and I back in the 1970′s . I don’t know why!
I always wanted to be tolerant of new hair styles; I guess I’m not.
While walking in the mall I was approached by what I’m guessing was a young male. I’m pretty sure it was a young male because it had a young man’s voice. I really couldn’t tell if he was male because he had allowed his hair to cover 100% of his face. I couldn’t see his eyes, his nose or mouth. He was sporting the best Cousin It I have ever seen. (You younger guys might need to look that one up.)
As he approached me, I realized he was speaking to me.
Cousin: Do you know how to get out of the mall? Me: What? Cousin: The exits! Do you know where they are?