I want what you've got!

At the gym this morning, as I'm straining at my last set of bicep curls, a guy comes up to me, hesitates, and then says, "I want what you've got." Was it my exhausted look, my glance at the clock wishing it was time to go home, or was it the inner peace I feel when I'm almost finished with the workout? None of these.

The guy pointed at his receding hairline and then pointed at my full head of hair. He explained that he's done a lot of research and his situation is caused by genetics. But he's not going to let it go at that. He's going to take action. This fall he is planning to invest $10K to have his scalp rejuvinated. With the treatment he is planning, the hair will be permanent.

My response, "Nothing's permanent." At this he did a double-take, seemed to become a bit reflective, and then went back to his workout. I got the impression that he was reconsidering what he might do with his $10K.