Most of us have been there. We check our image in the mirror before we leave home. Everything is right and off we go. Opps, a warning light flashes. Then we notice it. A bad hair day is staring us in the face. Not enough time to shower and do a rewash. It’s time to leave. Maybe I’ll wear dark glasses. Emergency gel or paste or hairspray. Gel always works. A little here. A little more there. I check the mirror. Yikes, it’s worse. I feel like I belong on a mug shot. Perhaps I can fake it and if anyone says anything about my cowlick that won’t lie down or the section of my hair that decided to throw an all night party I’ll say, “Do you like it? I saw where it was the rage in Europe.” If I’m tilting over the edge I can stop by Tony’s barbershop and have my head shaved bald. That might work. When people ask why I had my head saved bald. I’ll tell them I’m protesting. If they ask me what I’m protesting I’ll tell them I haven’t decided. That will give them something to talk about.
