Needing a steady job, I quit my rent-a-cop job, which was part time, and went to work in another factory. Surprisingly, I was hired immediately. The job involved a lot of walking, lifting, climbing and even paperwork. Not a lot of money was involved, but it was steady work. There was this guy on my crew, I'll call him Robbie. Robbie was kind of a wacko, but a decent enough sort. I noticed later, Robbie wore a wig. Turned out he had brown hair around the edges, but not a one on top. The reason I noticed he wore a wig was because he never seemed to get them in place the same way twice in a row. Either too far forward or too far back.That, and he must have had several because some were a bit off color and a bit longer than others. One afternoon at quitting time, we all filed out to the parking lot. It was an extremely windy day. A sudden gust hit us, taking Robbie's cap off, along with his wig. I still have a laughing fit when I think of that, and see in my mind Robbie chasing his wig and cap across the parking lot.
When I was a paramedic, we worked 24-hour shifts. Every now and then, we would catch one of our co-workers looking at the top of his head with a mirror so we figured that he was worried about going bald, although no one would have noticed otherwise. So every now and then someone would say, "Are you losing your hair, Danny?" or, "That bald spot on the top of your head is getting bigger, Dan." or, "One word, Danny -- Rogaine." or, "A little shoe polish might help." It was mean perhaps, but it was fun. He has since gone bald, by the way.
You 'boys' are mean, but I admit to giggling. I have a half brother that is 11 months older than I, so you can just imagine the bickering we went through. When I was about 13, my brother kept running around without his shirt on. He was showing off three hairs that were growing righty in the middle of his chest. Well one day he was being obnoxious by stand in the front doorway, and he wouldn't let me pass by. So without thinking I reached out and pulled all three hairs out of his chest with one jerk. Of course I had to run like the wind. But the funny thing is he never grew anymore chest hair. At 65 he still tells people he would have had a full chest of hair if "I" hadn't pulled his beginners. But this was way back in 1965.
My brother and I fought like cats and dogs. At the age of 7 my brother put me in a hospital, for nine months with a blood clot to my frontal lobe by pushing my head down onto a piece of angle iron. He broke my back playing leap frog when I was nine. He didn't jump over. I was in Shiner's Children's Hospital paralyzed from the waist down for over a year. He has thrown me into a wall of mirrors, and on and on until we were in our 40's. But I was no angel. I did learn to fight back. When I was 8, I laid him out in the back yard with a 2x4, at 11 I pinned his foot to the ground with an ice pick. Growing up with him taught me to stand up for myself, and no ever hit me without coming out the looser. When our mother died, he realized I was his only relative that would still speak to him, and now we are very close.
W Wow Ina, it is lucky you are still here! I was pretty mean to my sister too when we were kids, but I never sent her to the hospital! I was far from the ideal older sister though. Of course, she did a few things to me as well, but I will say, she never started anything.
@Ike Willis, it was a hilarious situation when the wig was blown off the head of your crew. But it wouldn't be a laughing matter now because bald is already in fashion. Sometimes I wonder if fashion is playing with our taste. Long hair for the guys was the trend when I was in grade school. My brothers used to sport long hair a la Beatles and they even skip military training class in school so they wouldn't have to cut their hair short. And having no hair in those days is surely degrading for a guy.