Yesterday someone asked me if you were cool. Not just any somebody. The guy working at Supercuts. He seemed very interested. It's also important to note that three days earlier, I was walking home from the Easy Freezy and he was perched inside the display case, staring into space, on all fours, like a frog. He wasn't displaying a thing, just; you know, surveying the action. But anywhoo, when I was buying your hair stuff, he picked it up and said, "a hair stick for cool people? He must be a really cool person." I tried not to make too much contact (you know, obviously the freak flag was flying), laughed and nodded my head. But, no way was he going to be deterred, so he kept going. "Well what makes him cool? What are the qualities that make him so cool you would buy this for him?" I replied with a few 'I don't knows' (I didn't write the flipping advertising!) but he wasn't having it, he kept on probing. So finally, I gave up and left him standing there, mouth a gape, with this little pearl of wisdom, "He never asks people if he's cool." I probably can't go back there for a little while.