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Shortly after boarding the bus Thursday night I was approached by a woman sitting behind me and to the right. She leaned toward me and said “hey!” through the headphone in my left ear.

I paused my music to see what she wanted, slightly annoyed and startled. She said she liked my haircut and asked if she could take a picture of it. That flattered me on an otherwise stale Valentine’s Day. I didn’t even know what my hair looked like by then. I had worked out at lunch, and walked to the bus stop.

I struck an “On da Bus” pose and she snapped a shot with her camera-phone. Then told her I got it cut at Hair Mechanix. For those ten minutes I felt like a model with my two-week old hair-do.