Quoting benita:

It was like something out of Laural and Hardy. There I am, after spending three years growing my hair long, thinking about a spur of the moment, hair cut.
My hairdresser is a genius. Or so I thought when he dyed my old gray hair, to the exact color it use to be, the first time I went to him.

Just then, the power goes out. I can't hardly see a thing, but he continues to cut away. I haven't even seen the new color yet because it's still wet. New haircut/style, was he going to send me home with it, still wet and not styled? Of course not.

He said, let's go for a ride. So we go out and get in his convertible, and ride around the block a few times.

There I am, with my head stuck outside, hair just flying in the wind, and of course, drying.

About that time, we run into his girlfriend. All she knows is, her boyfriend is supposed to be working. Then she see's him speeding around in his convertible, with some strange, stringy haired woman, hanging out of the window.

She followed us back to the shop. You wouldn't believe the Go to Hell look, she gave us, especially me, when she pulled in behind us. Of course, my hair was sticking straight up, like the Bride of Frankenstein.

I told him, you explain it, I'm going to get warm.

Anyhow, she thought it was funny when he told her what was going on.

Today he called me. He said about everybody he knew, had seen us out riding. He got a lot of calls from people, wanting to know who his new girlfriend was.

Such is the ways of small town America. You can't even dry your hair, without everyone gossipping. lol

Peace,
Benita

It was like something out of Laural and Hardy. There I am, after spending three years growing my hair long, thinking about a spur of the moment, hair cut.
My hairdresser is a genius. Or so I thought when he dyed my old gray hair, to the exact color it use to be, the first time I went to him.

Just then, the power goes out. I can't hardly see a thing, but he continues to cut away. I haven't even seen the new color yet because it's still wet. New haircut/style, was he going to send me home with it, still wet and not styled? Of course not.

He said, let's go for a ride. So we go out and get in his convertible, and ride around the block a few times.

There I am, with my head stuck outside, hair just flying in the wind, and of course, drying.

About that time, we run into his girlfriend. All she knows is, her boyfriend is supposed to be working. Then she see's him speeding around in his convertible, with some strange, stringy haired woman, hanging out of the window.

She followed us back to the shop. You wouldn't believe the Go to Hell look, she gave us, especially me, when she pulled in behind us. Of course, my hair was sticking straight up, like the Bride of Frankenstein.

I told him, you explain it, I'm going to get warm.

Anyhow, she thought it was funny when he told her what was going on.

Today he called me. He said about everybody he knew, had seen us out riding. He got a lot of calls from people, wanting to know who his new girlfriend was.

Such is the ways of small town America. You can't even dry your hair, without everyone gossipping. lol

Peace,
Benita