The mother was one of those run of the mill indecisive types, that I encounter all the time, over the years, I have simply learned to deal with this type of personality. The father is an entirely different story.
He wore a red sweater and gray sweatpants with salt and pepper hair. He catered to his spouse's indecisiveness, "whatever you want dear..." As if the gray sweatpants and the red sweater weren't jumping out at me (these things should never be worn together), the man turned his head and spoke to his daughter...that is when I saw it, creeping over his shoulder. A salt and pepper colored rattail. I stopped what I was doing for a moment, cocking my head to the side and looked, furrowing my brow for a closer glance, as if I needed to really confirm what I was seeing -- were my eyes deceiving me? Then I realized I was staring at this thing on the back of his head, while I was waiting for the mother to come to a decision, I started to think, wow, that is the worst rattail I've ever seen....it isn't shaped well at all...
