Lately at the restaurant, it has been a ghost town. Barely anyone shows up for take out and dine-in. I blame it on the daily events that happen in the city, like a parade, sports game, giant flash mob, or even one of those night bike rides where half of them are naked. One day in the restaurant, I got bored and randomly went up to Dad and said, "I need a haircut." Here's what he has to say:
Dad: "Not long enough. Restaurant requirement is to have hair either to the knees or the floor, so we can use it as a mop. xD"
The thought of having really long hair, like down to my hips long, is just as frightening as the image that Dad gave me when he air-mopped the floor. I think that Dad values the life of hair almost as much as I do because he never cuts his hair unless its Chinese New Year. Dad is at the point where he loses hair and his hair line is receding, so that is probably another reason why he values the life of hair almost as much as I do.
How many people can say that their Dads have a ponytail?
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