As time went on Joe lost more and more hair.  He was really getting depressed about it.  Of course I didn't notice anything, even though I saw him every day.  His hair looked the same to me.  I should have known something was up, when the day Joe left on vacation he popped his head into my cube and was all smiles.  I didn't know it but he was getting transplants for hair loss.   Two weeks later when he came back he was wearing a dew rag and told everybody he had gotten a really bad sunburn in Cancun.  Turns out his sunburn was really surgery.  He showed me.  Just before going home he lifted the dew rag and I could see where the tiny follicle transplants had been placed.  He swore me to secrecy, and I didn't tell anybody.  But others must have guessed what was going on.  Joe's face was a little burned but nothing all that bad.  I don't think he cared too much if others put two and two together.  He was going to get a little more coverage on top and he was happy.  He was in a much better mood over all too. It was several weeks before Joe finally got rid of the dew rag.  He waited until the long holiday weekend.