Once I decide I’m having a bad hair day, there is no turning back. Once I decide I need a haircut, or my roots need color or a perm is needed, there is no turning back. Once this happens, I know I am ugly and it can only be resolved immediately within an hour at the hairdresser’s.
Once I feel and know I’m ugly, dark clouds follow me. I don’t see the homeless so they don’t get a penny out of me. I become blind to polite cashiers and my “thank you” turns mechanical. I by –pass the new faces on the morning glory vine in the morning. Once I’m ugly, the world no longer looks possible and I stop being human.
How egotistical, you say? How pathetic that a bad hair day can affect my relationship with humanity and nature and in turn, with you?
Knowing this, I have a solution for world peace, a non-nuclear world, and a nation based on a living Constitution and a non-partisan country. So I offered my hairdresser Tom, two airline tickets. “Tom,” I said,” Go to the White House and to North Korea and do something about two hair-dos. We need to do this to preserve our planet.”
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That’s great! A relatively easy fix!
So funny so true!
This whole thing reads like a poem!
And I really needed that laugh at the end.
THank you for laughing.