This AM I was merrily on my way to work when I stopped at a drugstore to pick up some caffeinated beverages. This led to a somewhat surreal experience at checkout.
Wait, this story is better in person because you can see that I have blue hair. Here. See?
Blue Hair
So anyway, the lady ringing me up launched into a “blue hair” story, as people sometimes do, which always catches me off-guard since I see my hair every day and it is not really of note to me. Her story appeared to be that back in “her country” (which she never named, but I suspect was in Eastern Europe) she bought black hair dye because her husband wanted her to have black hair, and she dyed it but it turned out horribly and all her hair ended up the same color mine is now and her husband hated it.
So yes, basically it was story about that one time she looked just like me and it was one of the most horrible things that ever happened to her. Lolzers.
lol – that’s funny. Back in 2002, I dyed the underneath of my hair blue. So that if I swung my head around in a way too dramatic fashion for real life or put my hair up in a ponytail, it could be seen.
I like your blue look, :)
That sounds like it looked really cool! (and there’s no such thing as too dramatic for real life haha)
Haha, I love it when people tell you these stories and they’re like offensive but don’t even realise it. Btw I like you hair, looks cool :)
I know right? I was just looking at her and half-smiling like, “…where is this story going? is this funny? what–oh.”
And thanks! I like it too, it’s totally part of me now. :)