"Are you okay?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice.
I glance to the wall. "Oh, this?" I shrug. "This is pretty much normal." I scoop it up and offer it to him, a hamster-sized practical example of what happens when you're a middle-aged woman in peri-menopause with thyroid disease. He shrinks back a titch.
"No, I think I'm good."
"By March Break we could make another ME - out of hair," I suggest. "Which I will then sell to the AGO and become ridiculously wealthy and famous."
He nods mutely and backs away.
I go back to conditioning my hair. I've never had silky, manageable hair. My hair never bounced and behaved. It has always been coarse and disorderly and then after I had kids, it went curly with the coarse and disorderly. If I brush it out I resemble Rosanne Rosannadanna.
|The incomparable Gilda Radner...|
But on the plus side, I now feel an odd kinship with Pamela Anderson. Although I'm less leather corset and more just barbed wire on my head. Almost 30 years of hair dying and strangely my hair is... dry... I've been hanging out in the alley behind the beauty shop...
"Psssssssst.... Hey... HEY!!! Can you slip me some deep conditioner?"
I Google up on how to deep condition and apparently, I have to find another 15 minutes in my day to sit under a bonnet hair dryer with a plastic bag on my head allowing my hair to suck up moisture.
Wait a second! I actually own a bonnet hair dryer! And 15 minutes? There's gotta be 15 minutes somewhere in my day! And I'm supposed to sit during that 15 minutes? That's a requirement? Oh sweet Jesus, I could sit and read... an actual book!! Because you know, I 'd be trapped under the hair dryer and all... I could have a book in one hand and a cocktail in the other!!!
If my hair weren't in such terrible shape, deep conditioning would make it greasy... Because my hair is such crap, I will now be required to read and drink alcohol. 15 minutes?? Hell, I'll make it 30! Watch out world! My hair will soon be so smooth and soft that I will injure myself and others when I whip it around as I travel in my own imagined deep conditioning commercial.