I was sitting at the reception desk today when a guy asked me how I was doing as he walked past. I answered “fairly well” to his back. The guy turned around and came back to ask me why fairly?
I had to think about it for a second, cause I really was only feeling fairly well. Finally I told the guy it was because of my hair.
He said “Your hair?”
“Yea, I’m not happy with my hair.” I replied.
So here I was, explaining to a guy I barely knew, how if I am not happy with my hair I can’t be “fine” or even “well.” The best I can manage when I am not happy with my hair is “fairly well” and that every Tuesday I was fairly well.
When I slowed for breath the guy told me bye and left.
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