Melted Toupée man is one of my favorite Rideau regulars. He walks around the first floor every morning, wearing, I swear to god, a melted toupée. It is gray, and the top of it looks like one of those green scrubbie pads for scouring dishes. Or like My Little Pony hair that is melty, bubbly, and a little burnt. And frizzy. It is one of the worst toupées I have ever seen. It is hard not to stare at it when he's in line ahead of me at Marché. Okay, I admit it. I stare. But only when he can't see me!!!