So I was at the vet today. Both of my dogs rabies shot was due and Conner has a skin infection. While I was at the front desk getting checked in this older lady standing there finishing up her transaction begins to talk with me. Being polite I talk back. She tells me about her cat, named Jazzy Poo, because she is a Jazz musician herself and her dead dog. Then out of the blue she reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair and begins to feel it. I froze. I know I probably gave her a go to hell look. I’m sorry we are not friends, who said you could reach out and grab my hair?This used to happen to me when my hair was it its longest. I even had people I wasn’t talking to at all prior walk up, say hi, and ask if they could touch my hair. People are weird.
People love good looking hair… I should know. Dear Lord the number of strange hands that have been through my hair is staggering and somewhat disturbing. Unfortunately, much like a very pleased cat, I either melt or follow the hand.
