He also likes to spot grey hairs in my crowning glory (thanks Mum). Most of the time he does this at home, but because he's over a foot taller than I am, it's very easy for him to look at the top of my head when we're out.
The other day I was looking at fabric and he was standing behind me. "Ooh don't move! I see a grey one!", says he... and before I can say a word, he's pulled it out* and was admiring his handiwork.
Then we see the lady who'd been standing next to us. She looked at the both of us like we were completely nuts (I don't blame her) so I explained to her that my husband likes to pull my greys. She gave me a feeble smile and walked away as quick as her legs would take her.
We're so lucky we found each other.
* I know pulling out the greys mean more will come to its funeral but it's THERE. It needs to go away asap.