Today, I experienced a lot of things that are rant-worthy, but I am not going to talk about these issues. There will be another day for speaking about people who turn left at intersections and almost hit me (this has happened 5 times since camp ended, by the way). I will also leave out the part where when you go shopping for something specific, you will never, NEVER find ANYTHING remotely close to what you want. Lastly, I will leave out the part where I bought new ink for my printer just to findo out that since I used it last (6 monthes and a greyhound trip ago), it has gone bizerk and will only print funny numbers and boxes. Achem. SO... no ranting today.
Anyways, I would like to tell a rather amusing story. I was in the mall this afternoon, (yes, looking for something specific.. specifically something pretty to wear to Kortneys wedding) and I passed a kiosk selling hair straighteners. This is a recount of the exchange between myself and the girl working there. (Her words are in pink cause she spoke in the valley-girliest voice I have ever heard in real life. My words are green because... well... there really is no need for an explanation, I dont think.) ANYWAYS, heres how it went.
Oh my gosh! Can I ask you a question!!??
Uh... sure.
OK, do you have a straightening iron at home!!??
Uh... yeah.
Oh my gosh! Can I show you mine!!?? I can straighten your hair for you!
No thanks, not today.
OK! Byeeyee!!
Maybe you had to be there to really get the irony here, because she offered to straighten my hair, when my hair was obviously already straight. Granted, I did it myself, but I think I really did a good job this time. I had to laugh a little, partly cause of all the "Oh my gosh"es, and partly because she mustn't have been paying much attention to whose hair she was offering to straighten. Also, Sam told me that that happens to her a lot, which which makes it funny, especially since Sam has super straight hair all the time. Except for the one time I crimped it... HA!
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Hahaha. Irony.
I liked this story.
They offer to straighten my hair too, but it's curly.
But I still tell they're nuts and that they're not touching it.
Did you find the something pretty at all?
One time I was with my little sister in a mall and this happened. Expet my sister was furios because she spends like half and hour everymorning straightening it. I could hardly contain myself.
At least it wasn't a creepy head massager like me and patti were offered...and by offered i mean they just came up to us, said hi, and started massaging our heads without asking...well maybe it was only my head...at least patti got a back massage
Irony, that's very clever. Ha
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