time to cut my hair?

Sitting in the middle of the waiting room, gathering my things to leave, I heard a woman up at the counter say to her little boy, “Do you want to go say goodbye to the fish?” (referring to the large aquarium behind me). The boy said, “No, I’m scared,” and I shot one of those “aw, isn’t-that-cute” glances to the people around me. Then I got up, and just as I was going through the door to the stairway, I heard the boy say, “Okay, I’ll say goodbye to the fish now”, and I realized what he’d been afraid of: me.