Fillys Frolic #20

It was one of those things that I've been meaning to do for a while. Now that the padding had disintegrated from the inside of my bicycle helmet, it was definitely time to buy a new one. I wandered into the bicycle shop and after a quick scan of the store to figure out where the helmets were, I headed straight towards them and stared at the myriad of helmets on the wall. Before too long, a salesman came over to ask if I needed assistance. 
"What's you budget?", he asked and it was a fair enough question.
"I don't really have one 'coz I wasn't sure how much they cost.", I replied a little sheepishly. Most of the helmets looked remarkably similar to me and I wasn't sure what the differences were. He picked up a helmet up with baby blue graphics and flipped it over, explaining the sizing mechanism then handed it to me to try on. I flipped it onto my head and as I tried to strap it up, my hair covered my face and entangled all the straps.
"Sorry", I mumbled, "I would normally do this with a ponytail."
He chuckled as I took the helmet off, flicked back my hair as best I could and put it on again while he helped do up the chin strap. It seemed to be ok, after all, it was just a helmet. Pointing along the wall, he briefly highlighted the other options. 
"What's the difference between this and that one?", I asked, pointing to a similar looking helmet with purple graphics.
"Well", he paused, "The one you have is a women's helmet, and this one here is a mens helmet. But guys tend not to wear purple.", he joked. He paused before adding, " Actually, they're exactly the same except for the colour so they gave them different names. I don't know why they do that, but they distinguish between the mens and womens helmets even though they are really the same."
"I was going to ask you that", I interrupted, "Do men and women have different shaped heads?"
He shook his head and smiled. 
"I actually like the purple", I said pointing to the helmet he was holding. 
"Oh, ok", he shrugged, handing the helmet to me to try on. I flipped it over in preparation for putting it on and wondered if I really needed to. 
"Not that it really matters", I though aloud, "They are both the same anyway."
"Oh, but that one might fit different because it has a different label.", he said with a chuckle. I giggled as I put it on. It fit as well as I expected, there were no surprises.
"Do I look more manly?", I asked him. He chuckled again. I giggled too and I guess this helmet didn't make me look manly at all so it's safe for me to wear as I attempt to cycle my fat away. Time to throw my old one in the bin.