We’re on the way to get my passport, and the following conversation takes place:
Him: Why didn’t you tell me something was wrong with my hair?
Me: I didn’t see anything wrong.
Him: Look at this part right here. This looks messed up.
Me: I don’t see anything wrong.
***He then gets out his comb (which he keeps in his car) and proceeds to comb his hair. This man HAS to have his hair looking good, lol!!!!