One of my friends in Arizona has a friend up in Minnesota. The friend in Minnesota is a great comedy writer. He makes wonderfully well written “pun jokes” - they read well, and make you laugh. But most wouldn’t work from stage.
It turns out that guy is a bit of a character in real life. He went bald more than thirty years ago. Nary a nub on his head. He also was widowed fifteen years ago (he is in his mid seventies). He dates a lot, and goes to those retirement community events.
When he goes, he carries a comb in his shirt pocket. He makes sure that at least part of it is showing when he meets new people. Without exception, no matter how polite they are, they eventually get around to the comb.
“Why do you carry that comb? You don’t have any hair.”
His answer is always an ice breaker.
Pulling the comb from his pocket he gives it a long look, a quick kiss and then tells who ever asked him about it:
“This (kissing the comb)? Well, ever since I went bald, I can’t seem to part with it.”