This happened to me
We were on the San Xavier Indian Reservation, in a small shop with a snack bar. My wife and I were the only Yellow Hairs in the place.
"You need a haircut," my wife announced.
I shook my head.
"You really do," she continued.
"An Indian Reservation is no place to discuss haircuts," I told her.
"I bet you could get a good one here," she persisted. " Who made you thing you couldn;t?"
"General Custer, for one."
If you got a hair cut something like mine, your wife would be sorry she said anything!
(I'm bald as a cue ball!)
I used to shave my head. Now it's about 2 inches long and spikey. Glad i'm not blonde or I would look like Bart Simpson.
High and tight here........its the only way to roll...