Reminds me of my old boss. I applied for a job about ten years back at a company a friend introduced me to. Before the interview he warned me: don't look at the boss's hair. Whatever you do, don't look at the hair!
I get to the interview, and the guy I'm talking with (who I thought was the boss) has a minor combover going, but nothing outrageous, so I'm wondering what my friend was worried about. Then he suddenly says, "I just heard the shacho come in, let me introduce you." I get up and see a short, 60-ish man wearing a rumpled jacket and beret-type hat coming in. He walks over and gives a little bow.
And that was when the hat came off.
A two-foot long glob of hair falls off his head and dangles from the side like a ragged black snake trying to eat his ear. He then picks it up by the tail and nonchalantly swirls it back up on top of his head. I then had to do the rest of the interview trying not to look at this rolled-up pile of hair unchi perched right above his eyes.
Somehow, I got the job, which meant I then got to enjoy going to meetings with him and watching everyone else try not to look at The Worst Combover In The World.