TourdeForce24
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I should tell you first of all that I am the manager of one of the many branches for a fairly prominent financial institution. We get all walks of life coming into our branches, and this 83 year old loser was from the worst variety. This old coot walks into the branch and asks for the manager immediately; no one of lesser importance would do for someone of his stature. So of course I have to listen to this guy's sob story about how he is $50,000 dollars in debt through no fault of his own, how his only possession of any value in life is a mobile home worth $1000, and that the only reason he is in debt is because companies like mine "gave it to him." He's not man enough to admit that he himself was responsible, but that is another matter. So I am sitting there wasting my time with this guy, and he starts asking me questions like when I graduated from college, how old I am, how I got to be manager at such a young age, etc.
All of a sudden he blurts out, "It looks like your brains are eating your hair." I just stared at him coldly, and I replied, "What do you mean by that?" (knowing full well what he did).
He says, "You are losing your hair at 25," and he starts to smirk as he pulls off his cap to reveal a perfect hairline and says, "I'm 83 and I have more hair than you." And he just continues to look at me and smile, as if he was so proud of himself for finding something that he had over me.
I wanted to say to him that my first car was worth more than his home, but my professionalism took over. I just ignored the bastard. But I must admit that it never felt so good telling someone that I couldn't help them. But the fact remains is that the experience did affect me. I can't get the thought of what he said out of my head, and I realize that he did have something extremely important over me. If this old geezer notices it, what must women see when they look at me, especially women my own age?
I'm sick of people looking at my hairline when they talk to me. I'm just tired of having to deal with this type of bull- especially from losers like this guy. It seems like no matter what I accomplish with my life, hairloss will always keep me one peg down from the next guy. I get the feeling that I'm going to be alone for a long time. . . .
All of a sudden he blurts out, "It looks like your brains are eating your hair." I just stared at him coldly, and I replied, "What do you mean by that?" (knowing full well what he did).
He says, "You are losing your hair at 25," and he starts to smirk as he pulls off his cap to reveal a perfect hairline and says, "I'm 83 and I have more hair than you." And he just continues to look at me and smile, as if he was so proud of himself for finding something that he had over me.
I wanted to say to him that my first car was worth more than his home, but my professionalism took over. I just ignored the bastard. But I must admit that it never felt so good telling someone that I couldn't help them. But the fact remains is that the experience did affect me. I can't get the thought of what he said out of my head, and I realize that he did have something extremely important over me. If this old geezer notices it, what must women see when they look at me, especially women my own age?
I'm sick of people looking at my hairline when they talk to me. I'm just tired of having to deal with this type of bull- especially from losers like this guy. It seems like no matter what I accomplish with my life, hairloss will always keep me one peg down from the next guy. I get the feeling that I'm going to be alone for a long time. . . .