At my local YMCA in a small Wisconsin town, I was stretching out after slogging through a session on an eliptical machine. Lots of women there are dressed in coordinated track suits and the like, with expensive running shoes.
I don't usually strike up conversations with them, since my ratty shoes and hastily thrown-own tees and shorts aren't much to speak of. I didn't even notice the woman walking toward me, until she said to me, "I wish I had hair like yours!" with a big smile on her face.
I thanked her and she walked on, giving me time to notice her perfectly highlighted hair, matching workout suit, giant diamond wedding ring and high-tech sneakers.
I couldn't stop giggling after that!
For fun, here is a quick snap of said hair, the envy of quasi-rich housewives in Wisconsin: