A sign of wisdom

I had a new experience on Monday. It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't all bad either. A special experience...

It was a bank holiday for us here in the UK so me and D were just relaxing (I studied hard for a bit as well). We decided to go to a shopping centre close to where we live, for some retail therapy. David was looking for a suit and while he was speaking with an attendant I was browsing the store for something interesting for me... When I walked past a mirror and tried to fix my hair a bit (it was a mess), I spotted something that wasn't there before: My first grey hair!! Jeezus!! I pulled it off my head and looked at it. "is it grey, white or just blond?" I was thinking to myself: "Best case scenario: it is blonde" but I soon came to my senses and faced the harsh reality: I have never been blonde in my life - naturally, that is, and I never will be either - the damned hair is white! I am officially getting old!

I walked around the shopping centre for 10 minutes with that strand of hair in my hand. I even asked D three times, if he thought the hair was blond or white and the poor thing thought it was one of these questions that women ask like "do I look fat?", so he said "Of course It's blond darling!!" all 3 times. Bless him... But I know it's white and I know it's not going to be the last one... I'll take it as a sign of wisdom. Mensa here I come!