Brian and the unflappable Mr. H. Flappington...

I met a man with a talking comb over today! It was like staring at an eclipse. Such an amazing sight. The wind would catch it at just the right angle and it would just start flapping like an excited chicken clucking around the yard! I'd imagine it saying hello to me in a British accent, Very proper and poised. He introduces himself as Mr. H. Flappington. He then asks "how do you do" in that stiff brit accent of his! I reply just "fine sir." "A beautiful but windy day is it not?" says Mr. flappington. I agreed and mentioned that if it were not so windy I would not have met him. He also agreed, but pointed out that talking to a Bald man's comb over isn't a sign of good mental health. Ignoring the flapping man hair's comment I quickly changed the subject to binding garments such as hats and do-rags. He did have a lot to say, but after he droned on for 10 minutes about how the government should ban all head apparel Mr. Flappington sensed that I did not care much for the subject and moved on. By the end of the conversation the wind was dying down and didn’t want to end half way through a conversation. So he said his goodbyes and did not look back as the balding man walked away. Maybe I will meet Mr. H. Flappington again some day on an old Jewish mans head…. Someday…