“Ah… There you are.”
Craig stood looking at the offending object in the mirror. Someone had mentioned it the other day but quickly brushed it off as a joke. But Craig had spent a little time each morning before work looking for the silver hair and this morning he found it. Or rather found them.
It was worse than he thought. Craig counted seven. Seven silver hairs hidden among in his well maintained do. It was not a good sign. As he dug out the tweezers to remove the offending hairs he wondered whether he was vain enough to dye his hair. It seemed extreme but, at 28, to have seven silver hairs seemed excessive and it worried him.
Perhaps it would be better to check his hair everyday and pluck the offending hairs as he saw them. The plan had merit but as he grew older, he knew he would start to lose his hair. And plucking wouldn’t help that situation. It was a tough call – silver or bald.
As with every decision, there were pro and cons. But both his decisions were heavy with cons and quite light on pros. Tricky, tricky… He may have to think about it further. No need rush into such a tender choice. Time was not on his side but he did have a little bit to play with. It was only seven silver hairs.
But still… Seven silver hairs… Need to think about this… Seven though…