You meet the company manager at a restaurant a few blocks from your apartment. He's a genial fellow who greets you warmly. You remember your lunch interview etiquette as you answer his questions and discuss the requirements of your old job.
Everything goes better than you expected. You forget about all of the nonsense from earlier and act casually. He seems to like your answers as well.
Walking back to your apartment, you hold your head high. It felt great to get the interview over with, and you have a feeling you'll be hearing from him or someone else in the company about the job.
You've barely left the restaurant when rain starts to fall. Slow at first, but quickly building into a moderate downpour. You curse at the realization that you forgot your umbrella, but at least you had the good sense to wear your trenchcoat.
You quickly stride along the sidewalk, not enjoying how the rain feels on your head. The sensation of the raindrops crawling through your hair is maddening. Gusts of wind occasionally blow the rain right into your face. As you press on, your hair starts to fall in front of your eyes, resisting your attempts to brush away the strands.
Suddenly, you stop dead. Your hair couldn't possibly be in your eyes. You go over to a nearby shop window. It's hard to make out your reflection, but you think you can see your hair...and it's definitely not the haircut you had just moments ago. You run your fingers through the soaked locks. It's impossible, but you swear it's like they've grown several inches long.
You don't know what's going on, but you know you've definitely got to get home. Walking even faster now, your pants start to feel loose. You tighten the belt once more.