I took my dad to the mall the other day because he needed a new pair of shoes. Afterward, we stopped at the food court to grab a bite to eat. As we were munching away on our fries, I couldn’t help but notice that my dad kept staring at this teenager sitting next to us. Now, this wasn’t just any regular teenager—he had spiked hair in all the wildest colors: green, red, orange,

blue—basically every color in the rainbow. It was like a walking, talking art project.Every time the teen looked over, my dad was still staring, almost like he’d never seen anything like it. I mean, it was like he was mesmerized. The teenager, clearly getting a little uncomfortable with the attention, finally had enough. He turned to my dad with a smirk and said, “What’s the matter,