Walking from the cafeteria back to my desk, I run into a girl from IT who I know.  She is young, small, trim, pretty, has an MBA - one of those annoying people who has everything going for them. 

The first thing she says to me is “What have you done to your hair?!”

She’s a prankster.  I just shake my head bewildered and wonder what’s coming next. 

“You cut all your hair!  When did you cut your hair?!”

Other people are now in the hall, attempting to pass between us.  They are guys and they do not care about my hair.

I try to tell her I switched to a new place, etc. 

Tears are welling up in her eyes.  Actual tears.

She seems to be rendered speechless, but then gets out “You look so … so ….”

And I wait with a bit of dread to hear what horrid adjective is to come.

“…so … sassy!”

“I’ll take sassy.  Thanks!” I say and move on down the hall.

She cried.  It’s been months.  But today … the shock of it all overwhelmed her.

Be careful with your haircuts out there.  The emotional stability of the world depends upon it.