Who does that?
Who gets a hairbrush stuck in their hair?
Well, before I tell you who,
I should tell you that in all honesty,
she might not have known the unspoken rule
about long wet hair and round brushes
not being a good match.
She probably thought it was a cool-looking new brush, and
she had never used a big round one like it
before.
It might have been turquoise and pretty and...new,
and she might have had a lot of hair stuck in her old brushes
and just felt like
buying a new one, a new round one...
that was pretty...and turquoise.
She probably had no clue that when she used it
in her wet hair,
it would grab on like there was no tomorrow,
or no chance of ever letting go.
She probably tried not to panic, because
her hair was probably the best thing she had
going for her,
and
she would not look very cute without bangs.
Her husband might have offered to help her
because
he felt sorry for her
and because she looked pretty pathetic with red eyes and
hairbrush hair.
Then he might have accidentally made it worse
when trying to get it out,
because now instead of just sticking out the side of her head,
it was sticking straight up.
She might have really lost it then
and said some really mean things,
while she was cry-screaming.
Then she might have called her friend-slash-hairdresser
because she saw no future for those bangs and
was beginning to feel faint.
And her friend-slash-hairdresser
might have instructed her to come on over and she'd help.
Because and only because she felt that it sounded like
there may be a
ray
of
hope,
she got in her car, still in her pajamas, and with a
towel
over her head,
drove to her friend-slash-hairdresser's house.
She was probably already very late for work and
her husband was going to talk to her boss,
because she had only told him on the phone that there
was a slight minor emergency
at her house that morning.
There might have been a policeman who pulled
up next to her at the stoplight,
and noticing that she was crying and
had a towel on top of her head with
something sticking out under it,
decided he was already late for work
and didn't have time to help.
She was most definitely very
happy about that...I mean probably.
And when she finally did arrive at the... hairdresser's house,
who fell on her knees laughing when she answered the door,
and now just might not get to be called
her friend-slash-hairdresser again,
she was probably able to get her hair untangled
from that *%#@ brush
piece by little piece.
She probably usually didn't cuss, but
sometimes
as in that case, it seemed probable.
It might have happened that way -
but if it did
I bet for sure she would have saved
I bet for sure she would have saved
that brush...
that brush that once use to be pretty
and turquoise...
just to prove her story!
This was taken after arriving at Docia's (who I'm proud to say still IS and ALWAYS will be
a dear friend of mine.)..I don't remember who took this picture, because I think she was still on the
a dear friend of mine.)..I don't remember who took this picture, because I think she was still on the
floor laughing, so it might have been Kathy, who happened to be there for her
hair appt. I had managed to get it at a sideway's angle again,
and found the courage to laugh at myself in order to show that
I had faith in a good outcome.
