The AM knows how you adore him when he tells you of his dreams. So, let him dazzle you once again:
The AM stumbles into work hungover and takes his seat behind his computer. Is it obvious to everyone around that the AM is in such a sorry state? The HR person strolls over and asks to see the AM in her office. Busted. As the door closes behind him, the AM notices the HR woman sit down and sigh exasperatedly. She puts down her glasses and looks up.
"AM - it's about your hair." (The AM should note that he recently had his head shaved, or shorn, or rather, perhaps more appropriately, "buzzed")
"What, does it not look good?" the AM replied. "I thought it looked pretty good."
"No, it's not that. It does look good. It's just that - well - we here in the office thinks it makes you look like a Latino. We hope you'll cut it differently over the weekend."
And then, not surprisingly, that was the end of the dream.