When my great-grandad went bald, he built a machine to weave himself a wig out of yarn. He then gave it to my grandad, who then gave it to my dad - and one day, it will be mine. It’s our family hair loom.
My friend went bald years ago, but still carries his old comb with him. He just can’t part with it.
A bald man walks into the Hair Club. “I’d like to buy a hair piece if the price is right.” Hair Club Salesperson: “Well sir, how much do you want toupee?”
Several years ago, I lost all my hair. Yes, I'm bald. But, I still keep my comb. I bring it with me everywhere still. I just can't part with it.