Monday, May 14, 2007

Pet Peeve #1137

I hate it when someone else's hair touches me.

What I mean here is, if I am standing on the train holding onto a rail on top of a seat and the seated person constantly flips her hair so it touches my hand. Or if I am at a sporting event or movie - or any other place with stadium seating - and the person sitting in front of me whisks her hair so that it touches my knees. These people are more than likely unaware that they are intruding on my personal space, but even so I don't like the feeling.

By and large, I am not really a fan of long hair anyway. Long hair seems like it holds dirt. It certainly collects more of it. And when someone with long hair decides not to wash it, and just pull it back into a ponytail or bun, they are just admitting to the world that their hair is dirty and so, by association, is the rest of them.

I don't have animosity about hair. I actually like that I am bald - or balding. I embraced it years ago and actually look better without hair than I did with it. It certainly makes life - and my morning routine - alot easier.

I also don't like it when someone sitting in front of me constantly brushes, combs or runs her fingers through her hair so that strays fly out and land on me. It's gross. Next time it happens, I will collect the strays and hand them back to her, saying something like, "Here, you dropped these" or perhaps, "Wow, you just lost alot of hair - have you heard of alopecia?"

Hee hee.


  1. Kevin, Stephie and I went to a Cubs game once where the woman sitting in front of us flipped her long hair into Stephie's soda. She also put her fingers in it but that's another story. We were totally grossed out.

    Also, now I'm going to feel nervous every time I'm wearing a ponytail around you. Dirty!

  2. You crack me up. So you're saying that anyone who puts her hair in a ponytail has dirty unwashed hair?

  3. No, I'm not saying that. But you can tell by looking at it if it's clean or not. These are the same people running around in sweats and pajama bottoms (and I know how you love those!)

  4. jessica beat me to it... but photographic documentation can be found here

  5. Bald guys who only have a strip of hair with a ponytail freak me out!

  6. Uh, I was going to say something and then you just mentioned pajama bottoms. Don't even get me started on wearing those in public.

  7. I know it's not quite the same thing, but while we're talking about hair, I have this little story: I was eating at Smokin' Woody's (in North Center) and there was a hair in my salad. After finding the 2nd strand, I started looking more closely...and proceeded to pick out half a dozen more. I went to the manager, who told the chef, who then reassured me that it wasn't his hair. The chef actually said this: Oh, I took my dog to the vet today, so some his hair must have got on my shirt. I'll bet it came from there.


    What does one even say to that?

    By the way, completely unrelated to hair but perhaps amusing nonetheless, the previous time I ate there, my friend found a fly literally frozen into the middle of one of his ice cubes.

    Oh, and I can't agree more about the pajama bottoms or gray terry cloth sweat pants. I think Seinfeld summed it up something like this: it says to the rest of the world that you've pretty much just given up in life.