The Traveling Hair
I was dating a girl who I really liked for six months. She had mood swings, but sometimes I thought that she was just testing me to see how I would react. Once, she asked to borrow my vacuum cleaner, and I lent it to her.
When she came back with it, her next move took me completely off-guard—she literally threw it through my window. Incredulously, I asked her why she did that. She told me that she found a strand of blonde hair in the bag that was too long to be mine. We broke up.
Three months later, I bumped into her with a friend who was blonde. I asked how long they’d known each other. They said for their whole lives. I turned to my ex and said, “I guess you found your blonde hair,” and walked away. Story credit: Reddit / (WolfThick)
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