A Stylist’s Nightmare…

There are some things in life that are embarrassing…and then there are some that are just downright humiliating…the story you are about to read…is neither…not really…but…it did make me go…hmmm…

This weekend…was a writing marathon…which usually means…no makeup…no shampoo…just writing…which is fine and good…unless you unexpectedly need to go somewhere…then…there’s the decision…do I just go like I am and take my chances of running into somebody I know…or…do I take the time and effort to clean up before I go…

You probably see where this is going…

Okay…after what seemed like months of sitting at my computer…typing away…I realized that if I wanted to eat the next day…I had to get a few groceries…insert the above dilemma…

I chose the first option…I’d take my chances…and all was going well…until…right in the middle of the canned foods…I heard my name…I looked up from the cart…readying my list of excuses for my unkempt appearance…only to see my smiling hair stylist…

She didn’t comment on my hair…I didn’t offer any excuses…we just talked around it…but…after I walked away…I couldn’t help but wonder…did she want to make an announcement…hey…don’t look at me…her hair looked great when she left the salon…I can’t be responsible for what she does or doesn’t do to it on her own

I’m betting the thought crossed her mind…

I wish I could say that I’ve learned my lesson…but I know that I haven’t…I know that there will be another marathon something…that will find me unkempt…and seeking groceries…and I will slink to the store hoping against hope that I won’t see anyone I know…but…maybe…just maybe…I’ll wear a ball cap next time…

Hey…it couldn’t hurt…

Jane