Gypsygirl
October 18th, 2011, 09:18 AM
Yes, this is a hair story. Get ready for a laugh. ;)
I had a hair appointment yesterday- and when I got there I found out that my hairdresser who is also a close friend of mine had just had to quick go and get her little girl off of the school bus because the poor thing was sick. She had her there at the shop with her...and she had called me but I had left my phone at home so I hadn't gotten the message. No big deal... I was going to leave but then my friend thought her little one was doing ok- so she could go ahead and touch up my roots (I get highlights) since I always leave with it wet, anyway. I was feeling so bad for little H., though, so I said, hey, I just sit here for 45 minutes with the color on- why don't you just put on the color and I'll wash it off at home? (Can you see where this is going??)
So...that's what we decided to do. Now you need to know what I look like with hair color on: the bleaching goop is just on my roots...and the foils stick out all over the place... :D My hairdresser said, my mom does this all the time- I just tell her, whatever you do, don't get in an accident on your way home. I said, oh, I'll be ok- if I come to a stoplight, I'll just look straight ahead...not at the person in the car next to mine! :D
So, they let me keep the towel around my shoulders and gave me another one to cover the headrest in the car...and I set off. By then about ten minutes or so had passed since the color was applied. It takes me about 30 minutes to get home from there. So, I should have just enough time. Right?
I got a few blocks from the salon...and my car "dinged" that I was running out of gas! Oh, crap! :confused: I figured that I could make it home and then my husband would probably go get some gas for me...but then I realized that even though I might make it home, he might not then have enough gas to get back to the gas station. (There's no gas stations nearby to our home.) So...I figured I was going to have to stop, but I would just pay at the pump and hopefully avoid being seen as much as possible. (A lot of people know me here for more than one reason.) So... I went to the closest gas station, thinking I would just try to pick a pump without very many people around...and I pulled in and...the place was FULL...completely full...and there were four cars already waiting for a spot. I swear...I have NEVER seen it like that before. I honestly don't know if they were having a sale or what?! lol
So anyway...at that point I was starting to be more worried about time and that bleach stuff frying my hair than I was about what I might look like- and that is saying something. ;) I decided to go on to the next gas station, but that meant I had to go the long way- and it was just after work for many people so the roads were relatively busy, to say the least. I made it to the gas station and picked the pump closest to the road...and farthest from the building. It was windy and my dry part of my hair was blowing all over the place while the gooped up part was starting to dry and congeal to my skin... :confused: I paid at the pump and thank goodness the receipt printed out... because if it doesn't you have to go INSIDE to make sure that you paid. :o
I got home (five minutes overdue for washing the goop out) and went rushing into the house, passing my husband in a whirr and yelling, I have to get right into the shower- I'll explain when I get out!!! Fastforward a couple of minutes... Whew! All washed now and it looked fine... Then...after telling my husband the whole entire story and watching him get a giant kick out of it...I did the dumbest thing of all. Remember I couldn't find my phone? I figured I must have set it on the bathroom counter while getting ready to go but it wasn't there. So... my husband called me on his phone so we could hear it ringing and find it- and it was on the bathroom floor beside the toilet. (No idea how it got there in the morning.) I picked it up and looked at it to see the message from my hairdresser... and I see my husband's name there on "missed calls" as well. I said....drumroll...oh, you called me too- what did you call me about? My husband grinned and tenderly said, yeah...just now, remember?
Oh, man... :o He then gave me a big hug and patted me...but I swear it felt like he was convulsing a little bit.
I think I need a vacation...or intervention for scatterbrains anonymous. lol
The end. :o
I had a hair appointment yesterday- and when I got there I found out that my hairdresser who is also a close friend of mine had just had to quick go and get her little girl off of the school bus because the poor thing was sick. She had her there at the shop with her...and she had called me but I had left my phone at home so I hadn't gotten the message. No big deal... I was going to leave but then my friend thought her little one was doing ok- so she could go ahead and touch up my roots (I get highlights) since I always leave with it wet, anyway. I was feeling so bad for little H., though, so I said, hey, I just sit here for 45 minutes with the color on- why don't you just put on the color and I'll wash it off at home? (Can you see where this is going??)
So...that's what we decided to do. Now you need to know what I look like with hair color on: the bleaching goop is just on my roots...and the foils stick out all over the place... :D My hairdresser said, my mom does this all the time- I just tell her, whatever you do, don't get in an accident on your way home. I said, oh, I'll be ok- if I come to a stoplight, I'll just look straight ahead...not at the person in the car next to mine! :D
So, they let me keep the towel around my shoulders and gave me another one to cover the headrest in the car...and I set off. By then about ten minutes or so had passed since the color was applied. It takes me about 30 minutes to get home from there. So, I should have just enough time. Right?
I got a few blocks from the salon...and my car "dinged" that I was running out of gas! Oh, crap! :confused: I figured that I could make it home and then my husband would probably go get some gas for me...but then I realized that even though I might make it home, he might not then have enough gas to get back to the gas station. (There's no gas stations nearby to our home.) So...I figured I was going to have to stop, but I would just pay at the pump and hopefully avoid being seen as much as possible. (A lot of people know me here for more than one reason.) So... I went to the closest gas station, thinking I would just try to pick a pump without very many people around...and I pulled in and...the place was FULL...completely full...and there were four cars already waiting for a spot. I swear...I have NEVER seen it like that before. I honestly don't know if they were having a sale or what?! lol
So anyway...at that point I was starting to be more worried about time and that bleach stuff frying my hair than I was about what I might look like- and that is saying something. ;) I decided to go on to the next gas station, but that meant I had to go the long way- and it was just after work for many people so the roads were relatively busy, to say the least. I made it to the gas station and picked the pump closest to the road...and farthest from the building. It was windy and my dry part of my hair was blowing all over the place while the gooped up part was starting to dry and congeal to my skin... :confused: I paid at the pump and thank goodness the receipt printed out... because if it doesn't you have to go INSIDE to make sure that you paid. :o
I got home (five minutes overdue for washing the goop out) and went rushing into the house, passing my husband in a whirr and yelling, I have to get right into the shower- I'll explain when I get out!!! Fastforward a couple of minutes... Whew! All washed now and it looked fine... Then...after telling my husband the whole entire story and watching him get a giant kick out of it...I did the dumbest thing of all. Remember I couldn't find my phone? I figured I must have set it on the bathroom counter while getting ready to go but it wasn't there. So... my husband called me on his phone so we could hear it ringing and find it- and it was on the bathroom floor beside the toilet. (No idea how it got there in the morning.) I picked it up and looked at it to see the message from my hairdresser... and I see my husband's name there on "missed calls" as well. I said....drumroll...oh, you called me too- what did you call me about? My husband grinned and tenderly said, yeah...just now, remember?
Oh, man... :o He then gave me a big hug and patted me...but I swear it felt like he was convulsing a little bit.
I think I need a vacation...or intervention for scatterbrains anonymous. lol
The end. :o