While walking through the office yesterday I noticed something different about a co-workers hair.
HC’s hair was lighter than I’ve ever seen it.
Oh my God! I’ve noticed something about a girls hair!
This is my chance!
This is my chance to make up for all the times I’ve missed the subtle differences between natural hair and highlights that are two shades different. This is MY chance to make it up for all the times any man has missed the difference between black and midnight. My chance to make up for all the times I’ve missed the crisp, cut of long hair that’s a half inch shorter. MY chance to make it up to all the girlfriends, co-workers, sisters, moms, and friends. Earn one point back for the team.
I was going to be the champion of men around the world. At least for a brief moment.
Future historians and bards will create odes, sonnets, and any number of valid historical document (including the epic poem) on their electro-lutes about the time I got it right.
Pulling up a chair in the middle of the room I said ‘HC, I don’t know if my eyesight’s getting better, but have you been to the salon?‘
‘Yup‘ she replied ‘thought I’d get some highlights.‘
HC is the same age as I, and we’ve known each other for 12years. I didn’t think this was an inappropriate question. She works in the office on a casual basis, sometimes I don’t see her for a week or two.
‘ah, wasn’t sure if I was right‘ I said ‘thought maybe you slipped away to a sunny hot spot‘
‘no, just the hairdressers‘ she said.
When all of a sudden, from the opinionated side of the room comes ‘You should know better than to ask a girl about her hair, it’s just as bad as asking her age‘.
In a flash I was the target of almost every eye in the room! Heads popping over cubicle walls like meerkats reacting to a whistle.
Vilified for my outlandish deconstruction of social decency! How could I have been so wrong!?
From that point on, most of it’s a blur. I remember flaming torches and pitchforks. I’m sure I heard somebody mumble something along the lines of castrating the bastard.
HC could see the look of surprise on my face ‘it’s only old people who worry about that kind of stuff‘ she whispered.
Swish!
One point! HC.
Hilarious.