My wife Marilyn and I have been gone for a few days. I have let my bald head, grow a little hair. Now, instead of combing my hair with a wash cloth, I've been using and actual brush. (fine bristled)
We got to our first night stay and I asked where the brush is. She said she wasn't used to packing a brush for me so she had forgotten. Yes ladies, it was my fault, I know packing my brush is my problem. BUT, she offered a solution. "I brought a comb, do you want to use that". "Absolutely, where is it".
She pulls out a 'pick' comb. Five teeth. I have ten hairs. Yes she has stopped laughing. And yes on the road the next day, while she sat beside me, I had thoughts of the movie 'Driving Miss Daisy'.