In the elevator at work just now, a man held the doors for a few seconds to finish talking to a colleague. He apologised for holding the door but what he really should have said he was sorry about was his ridiculous tiny ponytail, the circumference of which is smaller than my pinky finger and sits behind his mullet. He is an older man with a good amount of gray hair and a charming English accent. He successfully sabotaged his attractiveness by choosing a very unfortunate hair style.
With some people it’s easy to discern when were their heydays.