Thursday, October 20, 2005

Hair now, gone tomorrow Part 2

A youngster I bumped into today wanted to know the time. No problemo. But what troubled me was the word he prefixed to his request - 'Uncle, may I know the time?'

Uncle!!!!!!!!!!Woe is me! As flies to wanton boys are we to gods. They kill us for their sport.

My 20-something mind reels in despair. This ten-or-twelve something boy calling me Uncle. Is my receding hairline so apparent that I look like an uncle already. Help!

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