Of Hair and Change
My high school
friend Sheila had a dachshund named Hildegarde who loved, loved! riding in the car. She (Hildy, not Sheila)
also had a sixth sense when it came to the destination. You could cajole and
encourage, but if the destination was the veterinarian’s, there was nothing
that could get her into that vehicle other than a firm football grip of her under
your arm.
My hair is like
that. It always knows if I have a hair appointment that day.
Just like the mysterious noise in
your engine that won’t ping at the garage, my hair is photo-perfect the morning
of a haircut, always causing me to pause for a reassessment in front of the
mirror: Maybe I can go another week?
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Ever notice how
tricky change can be? One change can trigger a series of events as surely as a
snowball picks up small children on its way down the hill.
I canceled book club at my house a couple of
weeks ago when I wasn’t sure if the ceiling guys would be done in time. On the
next date I had scheduled, two of our small group suddenly couldn’t make it. I
rescheduled yet again and our area was hit by a succession of traffic-crippling
snowstorms. Somehow I finally sandwiched it in between a broken refrigerator
and its repair.
(“Oh – ice cubes? Let me just run
down to the basement for a moment.”)
Think first before
you jump to that deceptively shorter line at the grocery store. You make the
switch and truly commit by filling the new conveyer with everything in your
cart. Then the person ahead of you who is about to whip out her
wallet instead pulls out a boat-load of outdated coupons and needs a price
check on two of her items. You look over to see the line you abandoned empty in
record time.
When I get my hair cut, I usually trim my plants into a bob.
ReplyDeleteEvery time, every time!! I think second guessing ourselves is human nature, but it sure makes me mad when it happens. As for the hair appointment- it's usually after I go that I wish I hadn't! LOL
ReplyDeleteHow perfect!! Two of us were stuck in a grocery line while the woman made the checker go over the prices of several items. Then she brings out her check book and I swear she was balancing it before she wrote the check. Have a great day
ReplyDeleteAll so true and very funny in retrospect but not so funny at the time.
ReplyDeleteThat is my grocery line you are standing in! I get that one every single time.
ReplyDeleteI have done that line up thing for sure. Very frustrating.
ReplyDeleteThe grocery line thing...happens every time. The gods just love to screw with us. I think the Greeks and Romans had a better grasp of the whole diety thing.
ReplyDeleteWhat is it about grocery lines? I also invariably pick the longest wait. And I sur-)
ReplyDeleteFunny, when I worked and time was scarce, I always got in that grocery line you described. Now that I am retired and have scads of time, the new cashier opens her lane and waves me over to be first. Weird but I am not fighting it.
ReplyDeleteSomething I definitely need to write about - the alternate universe that is retirement.
DeleteIt's the hair appointments that make me crazy. I haven't hit on a decent cut for the last ten years.
ReplyDeleteIn spite of the distance, I'm thinking we go to the same person.
DeleteAbsolutely, I know that syndrome well.
ReplyDeleteHow about switching lanes on the motorway (Uk motorways are usually nose to tail) : the minute you change, the lane you just left starts moving, getting away from you.
Excellent, Friko. Happens every time.
DeleteSo the moral of the story is that the hair lets you down when choosing a check out line. I think I've been caught a time or two trying to beat the check out line. I also like to check out the cashier as some I want to stay away from.
ReplyDeleteHa Ha on the supermarket lines. I always had a fair sized line of people waiting at my checkout and when the supervisor tried to move them to another checkout just opened, they'd all choose to stay with me because I was well know for speed and excellent bag packing.
ReplyDeleteI'm envious of the length of hair on that girl in the picture. Mine never gets more than a few inches below my shoulders, then stops growing.
Isn't that Murphy's Law?
ReplyDeleteThis post makes me appreciate not having any hair!