A Hairy Incident

Submitted by Brad

Kim is in one of my art classes, and we were partners once on a group project. She always wears a blue/gray wool hat and sometimes does her hair in braids. She is really adorable, but she never seemed interested in anything beyond a platonic relationship with me.

So imagine my surprise when I found a large manila envelope under my dorm room door with "To Brad, from Kim," written on it.  She had drawn a heart between our names.

I opened it up and screamed.

Inside was a whole clump – a mess – a tangle – of hair.

I nearly fell over.  What was this all about?

Next class, I went up to Kim with the envelope and asked her to explain herself.

"It's hair," she informed me.

I told her that I had figured that out on my own, and asked her why she had left it.  She told me that she had daydreamed about doing it for weeks.  I asked her why she would cut off her hair for me, and she replied, "I wouldn't.  That wasn't my hair."

I asked her whose hair it was, and she said it was a hand-picked clump from a local salon.  "But," she went on, "I did add one or two hairs of my own.  I think I sneezed into it, too."

I haven't talked to her for most of the rest of the semester.  I'm afraid that other, less savory items might end up under my door.