Last Saturday I attended a good friend’s 40th birthday party. He had an all-white dress code, something every guest tried their best to adhere to (otherwise there was always a danger they’d be thrown into the pool!) and the result was nothing less than spectacular. A sea of folks in white.
Not easy, then, to pick out friends in the crowd. Almost everyone was Asian so there were a lot of black-haired people dressed in white.
Someone asked where Nigel was — and I thought this was easy since Nigel was bald. I pointed to the last table and said, “He’s the bald one.”
“What do you mean ‘Which one?'”
“Which bald guy?”
I turned and lo! and behold! there were, not one, not two, but four bald guys in white.