Keep da paint outa dey locks

"Love your hat," I called up to the painter who was up a ladder with a blue plastic bag on his head. "Do you mind if I take your photo?"
This cracked up his two young assistants, with short hair and no plastic bags, who were standing on the pavement.
"He's got really long hair," they said. "Down to here," pointing to their ankles.
"Have to keep the paint out of it," he said, with a grin as I snapped him.