So, I’m pretty proud of my long blonde curly locks. Oils and biotin 3X a day keep it long and healthy. It is a lot of work, but what’s not to love?
One day, after my shower I went to Walmart. It took better than half an hour to get to town (if you would call it town). I had done my makeup and put on some cute clothes which is not normal, just to go to Walmart, most of the people in my town wear house shoes and sleeping pants.
So here I was, all dolled up. Hair freshly washed and smelling very nice and as I walked through the store it was apparent there were a large number of people looking at me. Of course, they noticed how much extra time I spent that day, doing my hair in a pretty little pony tail and my perfectly applied make-up. I was surely looking mighty dandy that day.
I was strutting around the store like a peacock when I felt the back of my head. My hair had dried on the way to the store. It was all smashed up and stuck to my scalp like Barbie hair, old Barbie hair that has been played with a lot. Not cute, still in the plastic case Barbie, but like the kind you find in your grandma’s attic stuffed in your brother’s toy truck Barbie hair.
I was humiliated. Next time I wore my house shoes and sleeping pants instead.
