No Man Is An Island

A man stands in front of a mirror. His hair has been reduced to an "island" at the front of his foreheard and hair on the sides and back. He looks in front of the mirror. He is in his den. With him is a guitar. In the next room are his wife and children. The children sit at the table, coloring. The wife washes dishes.

Karen : Roger? Did you still want to go to that RV show this afternoon?
Roger : Yeah. Sure. I don't know.
Karen : I'm sorry? What did you say?
Roger : That sounds fine, honey.

Roger walks over to his guitar and fiddles with it.

Karen : Roger? When did you want to leave?
Roger : Whenever you and the kids are ready.
Karen : We're ready right now.
Roger : ok. Soon, then.

Roger walks back to the mirror and begins to rub a bottle of Rogaine into his hair and on his scalp. He tries to style it, which doesn't work very well, and leaves.