I'm sending this one in to the writers on "The Office"

I swear, you can't make this stuff up.

A colleague, J, was going with the Boss and 3 other people to a meeting. It was determined on the ride down in the elevator that 2 cabs would be necessary. The group procured the two cabs and distributed themselves. J. ended up alone in a cab with Boss.

Boss was making self-deprecating remarks about how no one wanted to ride with him. J felt obliged to make it appear that *she* enjoyed riding with Boss. Small talk ensued. In the midst of this, J noticed a very long, dark, straight hair clinging to the knot of Boss's tie.

"Boss," said J, "I think you have one of M's hairs on your tie." (M is Mrs. Boss.)

Boss brushed at tie. "Is is gone?"

“No.”

Boss brushed at tie again. “Now?”

“No. Do you want me to…”

Boss obligingly lifted his chin, and J reached over and grabbed the offending hair.

“Ouch!” said Boss.

The hair, it seems, was attached. To his chest.

Boss turned beet red and mumbled something about the indignities of getting older, and all hair migrating south from one’s head. J fervently wished to be immediately struck dead.