Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Crazy Bad Hair
You've all heard me rant about my hair from hell. Nothing's changed. Last week it was time for a haircut. The woman who cuts it always tells me she's glad I'm her customer because my hair challenges her. I'm not making this up.
Crazy hair from hell
Grows all the wrong ways and more
It lives on my head
She recently moved to a different salon. And she told me she was moving so I would follow her. She wasn't making it up either or she would've cut and run, and I would've had to find a new haircutter.
While I was draped and at her mercy, she told the haircutter next to her that I'm a writer and I'm in the middle of a book. They talked for a minute or so about how exciting that is. I'm like If only you knew.
The other haircutter said, "What's your book about?"
I told her. It's good practice for getting the hook right.
She said, "Did that really happen or did you make it up?" She actually used the words make it up.
I said I made it up.
She said, "All of it?" And looked at me as if I'd grown a second head. Maybe one with even worse hair.
I'm like duh. "Yes."
She said, "Wow."
What did her wow mean?
a. She must have a vivid imagination.
b. How could anybody think of something like that.
c. Why would anybody think of anything like that.
d. No wonder she has such crazy hair.
e. All of the above.
f. None of the above.