My girlfriend Edith, overhearing me tell a prospect how we’d find each other – “I’m 6’1” and balding” – giggled uncontrollably. “You’re not balding, you’re bald,” she said.
Later, before my marriage to Jan, she and daughter Catherine went shopping for her wedding dress. A sales clerk behind the counter was talking about a book she was reading. “The premise of the book is there are aliens already living amongst us,” the woman said. “They look like regular humans, but they are always bald and wear glasses.”
Jan burst out laughing and told the group, “Oh my gosh. I’m marrying an alien!”