Sometimes people are just having tough days. Sometimes their insecurities aren’t worn on their sleeves or hats. Occasionally, we just have to wait a few days until our scalps recover from freak birthday candle accidents, and the hat fused to your skull by singed flesh and fat can be removed without surgical intervention. Everyone is living their own life. Don’t jump to conclusions.
Sometimes people are just having tough days. Sometimes their insecurities aren’t worn on their sleeves or hats. Occasionally, we just have to wait a few days until our scalps recover from freak birthday candle accidents, and the hat fused to your skull by singed flesh and fat can be removed without surgical intervention. Everyone is living their own life. Don’t jump to conclusions.
I this scenario. Do you happen to wearing a wig? Or rather is there a wig infused to you scalp?
Look, we can talk about fictional wednesdays or overpriced wigs all you like, but that doesn’t make the restaurant any less culpable. Metaphorically.