Everywhere I've been today, women kept staring at me. I was thinking, "great, I keep getting clocked." Then one women, came up to me and said, "oh my god. I love your hair. I wish my hair could do that." I didn't have the heart to tell her it was a wig. I just said "thank you."
They weren't clocking me. They were admiring my hair.
(It's not the one in my photo. I don't have a picture of me in it yet.)