I, for whatever reason became super awkward about two sentences in to our conversation that day, and whilst frantically searching my head for the emergency exit vomited out:
"So...where do you get your hair done?"
idiot, idiot, idiot
This man had a curly, grayish brown ponytail down to his belt tied up with thin strips of leather (or hemp, not sure!) It blended nicely into his beard actually...
He blinked a few times and said, "I don't..."
I walked off with my tail between my legs, I'm still a bit mustard yellow inside when I think about it.