This old guy tells me I'm brain dead.
Me: ?????excuse me????? you are joking, right? RIGHT?
Then, he compliments my hair because it covers my lack of brain activity.
And now, I'm left at a loss of how to interact with the male species. My stellar responses to this man's insult/compliment only validate his claim. Suh-weet. Maybe I'll take up wig modeling since I need good hair to cover up the deadness of my brain.