I have been blessed with good hair and bad temper genes. If you interrupt me to to discuss the former while I am trying to stop my groceries from spilling all over the road, you will likely trigger the later.
Here’s what happened. As I was packing up my bike with a huge load of groceries, I hear a voice:
“Is that your natural hair?”
I look up from unlocking my bike to realize the guy is talk to me.
“Um, yes,” I responded catching an errant red pepper with one hand as it attempted to leap into the on coming traffic, the frozen orange juice with the other hand and lurching to keep my bike upright with my knee. Ouch! I really don’t need to be more distracted.
“Wow, that’s unfortunate.” He was certainly talking about my hair not my suicidal groceries.
I jam my groceries back into the basket – that’ll teach them.
“UN-fortunate?” I said, quite possibly snarkily.
“No, no, ‘fortunate’,” he responses quite chattily.
Enough of this I think, as he continues “In this light your hair…”, blah blah blah…
I jammed on my helmet, carefully got on my bike and rode away. I’m pretty sure something was melting and I was equally sure this wasn’t going to be an effective pick up for this guy.