Shirley went to the hairdresser to get her hair fixed up. she
got it shortened, layered, highlighted, the whole bit. Her husband
Bob picked her up, but didn't mention her hair, because he was
concentrating on the heavy traffic.
After a few minutes she said, "You don't like it, do you?"
"No, I don't," he replied. "It'll take at least an hour to get to
the freeway."
