There's nothing more annoying than sitting cozily in a cafÈ, happily sipping your green tea on a rainy afternoon and then realizing there is some guy with creepy hair staring steadily at you and every time someone at a table near to you leaves, he moves over until he is sitting a mere three feet away, facing you. That is not the kind of cozy you want, I assure you.

(What is creepy hair, you ask? In this instance, it was a longish bowl cut on top and a short buzz on the bottom, resulting in an inch-wide difference in thickness between top and bottom layer. It was a hairstyle popular among skater kids when I was in eighth grade. But this man was approximately 35 years old. THAT is creepy hair.)