It's laugh or cry
(disclaimer: This is a funny story, really. It just happens to require the following rather depressing background. My uncle has non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. He's in the middle of his 3rd (or so) round of chemo, so he has absolutely no hair. None on his head, none on his face - not even any eyebrows.)
Last week I wandered over to my aunt and uncle's place for an impromptu drinks night they were hosting. It was a nice day, but was getting a bit chilly and breezy on the porch where we were sitting, so my uncle pulled on a black, baggy, hooded sweatshirt and flipped the hood up over his head. A few minutes later my aunt stepped out onto the porch with a round of drinks, took one look at him and stumbled back in shock, shouting "gahh! You're a Sith!"
My uncle's response was to attempt to levitate a beer over to himself. Apparently, though, that's a lightside power.
Last week I wandered over to my aunt and uncle's place for an impromptu drinks night they were hosting. It was a nice day, but was getting a bit chilly and breezy on the porch where we were sitting, so my uncle pulled on a black, baggy, hooded sweatshirt and flipped the hood up over his head. A few minutes later my aunt stepped out onto the porch with a round of drinks, took one look at him and stumbled back in shock, shouting "gahh! You're a Sith!"
My uncle's response was to attempt to levitate a beer over to himself. Apparently, though, that's a lightside power.