One day in highschool, I was talking to a friend's former boyfriend, you know doing the good thing and sticking up for her. I was telling him how I hated him for what he did to her, and then this kid with a mullet came up to me and said "Do you hate me too?" , and didn't think nothing of it, I didn't talk to him after that again for a year or two. Whenever I saw him in the halls at school I just thought of him as the kid with the mullet. Never would I have thought that I would be meeting the kid with a mullet at the end of the aisle one day.