This 92-Year-Old’s Epic Response to a Teenager’s Wild Hair Will Leave You in Stitches!Check the first comment

92-Yr-Old’s Epic Response To A Teenager’s Wild Hair Will Leave You In Stitches

Get ready for some classic grandad humor!

Okay, here’s how the story goes: I’m not sure if it really happened or if it’s made up, but either way – it’s absolutely brilliant!

”I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 92). We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. My dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and find him staring every time.”

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