When I walk home from work, I mean business. I move swiftly and with purpose, maneuvering around lollygaggers, tourists and bozos who shuffle along while gabbing on their cellphones. Tonight, a man stood off to one side of the sidewalk, and intently watched me approach.
Just before I passed by him, he asked, loudly and clearly: “Did you color your hair?”
Without turning my head, I simply replied “No.”
The rest of my walk home, I was wondering if somehow, my hair had turned green on the subway ride.
mrnosuch 
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