So I went to get my haircut today. Same place as normal and I get the same somewhat not quite right person to cut my hair.

She mistakenly thinks she knows me and talks to me about things I know nothing of. Being who I am I always play along and give vague responses. It's always kind of entertaining. She talks incessantly so I don't need to act much. Every couple of months we go through this routine.

So it started out like normal today. "Have you been taking out the boat much". "No not lately, but the weather has been beautiful" (i don't own a boat.). " how are those fuzzy headed kids?" "Good, good" ( neither of mine are fuzzy).

So then she gets around behind me and sees the hair loss from radiation. "What's going on here? Did you try to fix something yourself?" "No, I have cancer"

Silence.