Flapping in the wind

It was a beautiful spring morning. The ample sunshine warmed me from the brisk breeze that swept through Tian'anmen Square. I've always enjoyed watching the numerous flags in the square flap in the wind, but on this day they weren't the only thing flapping.

As I roamed the square snapping a few pictures, I turned to see silky threads of greasy black hair fluttering in the wind. I followed the threads down to the head of the culprit whose 30 centimeter comb-over was the longest I have ever seen. My jaw dropped in disbelief as his comb-over seemed to be dancing in the wind.

I let out a laugh. The man looked up from his camera and shot me a puzzled look. I only wished he would have realized what I knew that it was going to take more than some hair gel to tame that beast on his head.