This is how Cindy and I were seated at dinner Saturday.
Nothing unusual -- except for the mirror behind Cindy. (If you look to the left of Cindy's hand, you can see my face.)
I was having a great hair day, so every once in a while I'd see my hair's reflection in the mirror and take a second look.
After Cindy made fun of me checking myself out, this was the conversation we had:
Me -- How many times a day do you see a man with better hair than me? Just a regular weekday. You walk to the train, ride the train to work, walk to the office, work, meet with co-workers and clients, go to lunch, walk back to the train station, walk home. What's the over/under on guys you see with better hair than me?
Cindy -- (thinking)
Me -- I'd set it at .5
Cindy -- (thinking)
Me -- And I'll take the under.
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