The other night at work, this nicely-dressed older lady came through my checkout lane, and smack in the middle of her carefully coiffed short middle-aged-lady tight perm hairdo, there was a half-inch insect of some kind, immobile. Looked like some kind of delta-winged fly, or one of those obscure wasp/fly thingies that only entomologists get excited about. Not yer garden variety bug, IOW.
Without thinking, I reached forward and picked it up, saying, “You’ve got a bug in your hair,” and it obviously being dead, I dropped it into my trash can and went on ringing up her purchases.
She looked understandably startled, and remarked (oddly, I thought), “My own children wouldn’t take a bug out of my hair.” To which I replied, “Um.”
Anyway, she left, and I wondered whether I should have let her proceed with her bug. What would Miss Manners say?
I’d want someone to tell me I had a bug in my hair.