Oh, it happens to the best of us. Just when you want it the very least… or have something really big on your plate that day.   A date.   An appointment.   A dinner invitation at The Buckingham Palace.   You know the drill.

There is no avoiding them really. You recognize them immediately. Yes… you can run.  But you can’t hide.   They are as plain as the nose on your face.  Or the hat on your head… if you are so lucky to have a cap. And once it comes to you, it sticks on you like white on rice.

No amount of work, or wishing, or teasing… will make them go away. You could start over… if you had the time. But that is never the case, is it?

Nope. There they are.  Cruel, yet at the same time… perplexing.   One of life’s certainties.

Even nature can’t escape their ugly grasp.

So you see.  On the right…. an excellent quaff.  And of course, on the left…. yet another example of… the agonizing Bad Hair Day.

“A bad hair cut is two people’s shame.”
-Danish Proverb