Nice Hair

Now that I'm retired, I've grown my snow-white hair to more or less shoulder-length, and counting.

Today, as I was having my returns checked in by a guy at the library, a young girl from the neighbouring parochial school walked up to the counter, and said to the guy, "Excuse me, can you ... oh, I'm sorry. Are you helping her?" Meaning me.

"Her?" he asked.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't look."

What Ever!