Must have been the pressurized cabin...

I'm sitting in Air France's business class lounge on the way home from Johannesburg. Plane's boarding a few and I'm about to spend the next 22 hours in transit. I've been flying mostly business class lately, which makes a HUGE difference when you have to walk off the plane and get straight to work. But I noticed a funny thing on my last flight out here to South Africa. There are a lot more bald heads in business class than in economy. It's not hard to figure out why that would be, but I realized last time I was seated directly behind one of those bald heads, it reminded me of the old ice bridge between Siberia and Alaska. Hair on the sides of the head with a bald bridge separating the two, much like the Bering Strait separating Asia and North America. I imagined the man's remaining follicles braving the high winds and exposure of the his dome like ancient Inuits, marching across his scalp in a poorly executed comb over, trying to find a better life in another land.

I have no idea if that makes any sense outside my own head. But it made me laugh.