My hair was getting thin and grey. So it was decided that I would have my hair colored or frosted or something. Now this is really funny. I got this bag on my head, everything stinks. I sit there for the appointed time. Now mind you, I could be somewhere driving nails, but I patiently sit there.
Then the magic time, we all can’t wait, I am going to be young and beautiful again. As the cover starts off, the hair dresser says, OH NO! Now any time you hear that, you know it is akin to a surgeon saying ‘OOPS”. I had the prettiest head of green hair. The girls are crying I think it is hysterical, I love it. I am going to enjoy this, I am ready to go back to work.
Well through the tears I am told I cannot leave. WE CAN FIX IT! I am not happy, I don’t want it fixed.
( Shoot when the movie ‘The boy with green hair’ came to our town in the late forties/early fifties the theater announced anyone with green hair got in free. Tuck and me bought a bottle of green food coloring, got us some green hair.)
WE got in free. Saved 9 cents a piece, total of 18 cents. Coloring cost 25 cents. I have always been good with arithmetic. Anyway I charged it to daddy at the store, so I didn’t pay the 25 cents.
You can't fix fuzzy green meat, but beauticians can fix green hair, but it takes another hour. Less nails get driven. That is my hair story. IT is good to remember that at one time I had hair, I would settle for green hair now, I would fit right in.
Thanks for coming this way.
I found out later, no body cared about my green hair. It was a beauticians reputation we were worried about. If I left I couldn't have advertised what happened and with whom.
ADULT: A person who has stopped growing at both ends and is now growing in the middle.