Do you ever have one of those decades when nothing seems to go right?
Things weren’t going my way, as usual.
It was as if a dark cloud hung over my head.
Just call me Mrs. Murphy… and I have my own laws.
I don’t like it, I just accept it.
I thought, I need to do something to make me feel better.
I really need to feel pampered.
I’ll get my haircut.
I’m sure you’re saying, “Uh oh.”
In the local strip mall, there is a $3.99 all services hair-cuttery. I should have paid attention to the huge red flags flying, with the words “Run Away” embroidered in Neon letters.
I went in to get a shampoo and talk to a seasoned hairdresser about how to make me look beautiful. Wouldn’t it be nice to have fuller hair?
I believe her name was Kay Nine.
Her suggestion was a body perm. I was game.
She took the largest rollers the salon had and wired me to them. There must have been 100 on my head, but since I didn’t have on my glasses, I was ignorant to the process.
“Please don’t use a solution that is really strong, my hair takes it in and it never goes away,” I said.
Kay said, “No problem.”
Two hours later, corkscrew ringlets danced over my head, and Mrs. Murphy came out looking like a poodle.
Why should I be surprised?
I think her license, was from All Pets Grooming and Day Salon, and I went home craving "Pup-eroni"…for a year.
May all your days be pampered days and days without resembling a poodle. I'd love to hear from you email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Have a great day.