“Sir, Your Head Too Big”

Today I stopped by a helmet shop, by which I pass every day on my way to work, to get myself a helmet. I decided I should wear one, even if it is unbearably hot as it is, and even if vast majority of bikers in Chennai don't wear one. I should value my head, I thought. A young clerk approached me and offered his help. After a few questions he pulled out one helmet, stacked it on top of my head and pulled it down pretty forcefully. It wouldn't come all the way down. Then he brought another one and repeated the action, this time with more success. The helmet felt good on my head and its look was giving some confidence. Not that I actually imagined my head in it hitting a concrete wall at 80km/h and staying intact, but, you know, it looked good. Price was also acceptable and I wouldn't have anything against buying it, but being used to always having choice I asked him to show me a few other models, so that I can compare them and then make a decision. He just shook his head, “No Sir, your head too big!”