I can't help it...

Office Manager/Friend:
What’s up with your hair? You look so Gone With the Wind.

Me:
I took the ferry to work to this morning.

OM/Friend:
But you live in the Mission.

Me:
Yes.

OM/Friend:
Alright, what’s the story?

(I tell him the story. He looks at me a few long seconds. Then-)

You know, I don’t even want to hear it.

Me:
You asked.

OM/Friend:
You have an uncanny knack for getting yourself into the strangest situations. I don’t even think I believe you any more.