Bicycle Baldy

After I finished with a day’s work, I was walking towards the subway station with co-workers. While we were walking, it seemed like only I covertly noticed this particularly quirky middle-aged man– out of the corner of my eyes. He was someone who you could simply dismiss as just another “baldy,” but not when he pulled out his comb. Then everything changed. In that very quaint and precious moment– as he drove away on his bicycle combing his side hair to maintain its poofiness in the wind– he revealed how attached he was about maintaining his remaining side hair in a state of “coolness” by his standards. For me, however, it was hilarious to observe: