Turncoat

Once upon a time when I was really young, I wanted to work for the CIA, spying around, saving our Country...the other day, I got my haircut...the girl used a fine tooth comb on my long wet hair...I realized...had I become a spy and been captured...I could have been turned by one bad hairdresser, wet hair, and a fine tooth comb...in fact, I almost gave her my passwords to my bank account to get her to STOP!!!!!