I was sitting on the Redline train heading to my Beacon Hill real estate office. Sitting next to me was a mom with her young son.
“That man has a large bald spot … Oh, sorry sir, he just … Well, he didn’t mean you.” The glacial stare was from the kids sapphire blue eyes were drilling a hole through the my bald spot
“I assure you no offense was taken. We all have different ideas about things, including hair. Perhaps the boy is simply asserting his own personal aesthetic.”
I started to run a hand over my bald spot, wondering if bald spots would ever be cool on a Boston condo broker.