“I don’t know, something unlikely to happen, but definitely could. Three of us will pick something for one person, and then they aren’t allowed to know what it is. If… or when that event happens… then the other three will let her know and BAM… that person has to shave their head before midnight that night."
“This is ridiculous." Jenny said as she continued cleaning her glasses, a habit which I recognized as her seriously considering something.
“Call it what you want, but you can’t tell me that this idea hasn’t reawakened your love of your hair. All of you! Do you have any idea how much the three of you have touched your hair lovingly since I brought this up?" Again… the rest of us sat in silence. “I thought so. So the way I see it we can do one of two things, we can either forget that this ever happened and go back to our normal lives, growing less and less interested in our hair until we decide to cut more and more of it off, letting it die slowly and uneventfully."
“Or?" I said, I couldn’t believe I was entertaining this notion in the first place
