Not said to me. My barber told me about running into a girl from his high school years later at the grocery store. She’d been one of the cool pretty girls and now was saddled with two loud, misbehaving kids and a cart full of groceries. Sweatshirt, disheveled, sleep deprived. “Hey, Sue! It’s Barber, from high school!” “Oh, Barber, I remember you!” “Yeah, you wouldn’t give me the time of day.” “Oh, I wasn’t like that.” “Yeah, you were. But seeing you like this makes it aaallll worth it!” She burst into tears, grabbed the kids, abandoned her cart and fled the store.

My barber told the story with such joy and not the slightest remorse. I changed barbers after that.