When I was 12 years old, and would sit for hours in Young Women with my friends, we would get bored and play pranks on the people sitting in front of us by pulling their hairs out one by one.
This is a terrific prank because the person doesn't realize someone is pulling a prank on them, their hair just pulls and their scalp itches and they feel generally uncomfortable, and we get a great laugh out of it. Then they catch on and turn around to either glare or smile, depending on their disposition.
One day I couldn't get enough of this prank, so when I went into Sacrament meeting and my little brothers made their heads available, I began plucking their hair.
I plucked and plucked waiting for them to move away or tell me to stop, but instead Brother S, Brother T and Brother F all sat perfectly still while I plucked one hair at a time out of their heads. When I grew tired of my "prank" and wanted to stop, they told me to keep going.
That was 17 years ago! To this day, when I sit with my brothers in Sacrament meeting they offer me their scalps and say, "Pick my hair." If they are with a friend, they tell their friend about the amazing novelty of hair picking and offer my services.
After 17 years I am a little tired of hair picking, but the requests never end. I think that is a taste of poetic justice, or maybe just irony.
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