The Story

I should be embarrassed by this story, but I find as I get older I don’t really care anymore. It’s important to be able to laugh at yourself.

Steve was reading a magazine in the waiting area while I was getting my hair cut (really short, of course). A woman, trying to make small talk I guess, asked Steve if he was waiting to get his hair cut and he said no. Then she said “oh, so you’re waiting for your son?” Confused, Steve looked to where the woman was gesturing, and yes, she was pointing at me. Steve replied, “no, that’s my fiancée.”

Apparently the woman turned pretty red and went back to her magazine. Steve debated whether he should even tell me what had happened, but decided it was too funny to keep to himself.