Yesterday, Beverly, my co-worker, came over to my desk and asked me if I knew anything about options for hair loss treatments. I asked Beverly if I looked like someone who would know about that. Well, she got really, really upset and burst into tears. What could I do? I shrugged and went back to my ever-behind schedule of things that needed to get done. Earlier today I ran into Beverly at the punch-in line and asked her if she needed—you know, some information about hair loss treatment. She just glared at me for a minute. God, it’s like she’s never going to speak to me again! All I did was make a stupid little joke, and she must have taken it totally seriously. I just don’t know what to DO about this! There’s got to be some way I can make up with Beverly, but I really don’t know her that well. You know what I’m really afraid of? One day she might come to work with a towel wrapped around her head, or no hair on her head at all, and then I won’t be able to help myself—I’ll just start cracking up. It’s bad enough I already got her mad at me, but she’d probably try to kill me if that happened. Do you think maybe if I offer to take her to lunch at that place—what’s it called again—no. Definitely not the Bald Eagle. It’ll have to be McDonald’s or Subway, I guess.