A complete stranger ran fingers through my hair this morning.
Sadly, it’s not what you think.
There I was, in my usual Monday morning old-people-aerobics-and strength-training class, lifting my purple 3-pound weights up and down, and suddenly someone was at my elbow. She began batting at my head, saying, “There’s a wasp on your head!” I was bobbing and she was batting, and I finally pulled out my pony tail and the two of us flapped at my hair until another nearby woman pointed across the gym said, “It’s gone. I saw it fly off over there.”
It was something of an anticlimax 20 minutes later when a woman to my left came over and said, “I don’t think it was really a wasp. I saw a piece of dark string or something fall out.”
I do comb my hair from time to time, I swear.
And of course, all this brings us to those 1960s days of ratting your hair and AquaNet hair spray. Do you remember the urban myths about things found in the ‘dos of women who never brushed out their hair?