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She was standing there shouting at me, as I cowered under the table gripping my hair loss bag.
It all started while I was eating my chocolate cake.
She approached me and said that I spend more time with my hair loss bag, then I do with her.
At first, I was shocked.
I didn’t know she felt this way.
So I denied it.
Their I was, sitting in my chair, wearing my knee length grey socks, my regaine extra strength 5% vest and a pair of Y-fronts. I had chocolate cake all over my face and mouth.
I was also wearing a bib.
A bib.
She was not impressed and required my full attention.
I then reluctantly started to listen.
That’s when, to my horror, she made me decide - it was either her or the hair loss bag.
I had to choose
Dilemma.
I sheepishly gazed up at her
Then gazed at my hair loss bag.
I gazed back up at her again
Then I unzipped my hair loss bag.
In my hair loss bag was my Regaine Extra Strength 5%, my travel size black Toppik, my Toppik pump, my Norwood scale chart, a comb, and last of all, my action figure of Gertrude Norwood - the co-founder of the Norwood scale.
I was always quite proud of my hair loss bag.
It has always been there for me.
I then zipped up my hair loss bag, to find my wife was staring daggers at me.
She required a decision.
Now.
I had chocolate cake all over my mouth and vest. I was looking like Louis from Ghostbusters.
I paused for a minute.
It was all quiet.
I had to decide.
I then started to look at the floor, sheepishly.
As I was gazing at the floor in an embarrassed manner, I quietly muttered the answer.
She replied “pardon!â€
It all started while I was eating my chocolate cake.
She approached me and said that I spend more time with my hair loss bag, then I do with her.
At first, I was shocked.
I didn’t know she felt this way.
So I denied it.
Their I was, sitting in my chair, wearing my knee length grey socks, my regaine extra strength 5% vest and a pair of Y-fronts. I had chocolate cake all over my face and mouth.
I was also wearing a bib.
A bib.
She was not impressed and required my full attention.
I then reluctantly started to listen.
That’s when, to my horror, she made me decide - it was either her or the hair loss bag.
I had to choose
Dilemma.
I sheepishly gazed up at her
Then gazed at my hair loss bag.
I gazed back up at her again
Then I unzipped my hair loss bag.
In my hair loss bag was my Regaine Extra Strength 5%, my travel size black Toppik, my Toppik pump, my Norwood scale chart, a comb, and last of all, my action figure of Gertrude Norwood - the co-founder of the Norwood scale.
I was always quite proud of my hair loss bag.
It has always been there for me.
I then zipped up my hair loss bag, to find my wife was staring daggers at me.
She required a decision.
Now.
I had chocolate cake all over my mouth and vest. I was looking like Louis from Ghostbusters.
I paused for a minute.
It was all quiet.
I had to decide.
I then started to look at the floor, sheepishly.
As I was gazing at the floor in an embarrassed manner, I quietly muttered the answer.
She replied “pardon!â€