Having Someone Else’s Bad Hairday

(For years I kept my hair long while my twin sister cut it short. Many of our school mates only differentiated us on the basis of our hair length. During the summer I decide to cut my hair so it is almost the same as my sister’s. We are both waiting outside of the classroom for the teacher.)

Classmate: “Do you guys get upset that people can’t tell you apart? You know, since your hair is now the same.”

Sister: “No.”

Me: “Not really.”

Classmate: “Good, because it’s your own god-d*** fault.”