Friday, June 1, 2012
Don't Touch My Hair
I can overlook this little discussion, she is entitled to her opinion, but then as I was walking out of the vending area, she actually TOUCHED my hair - almost stroked it. OMG, no way did she just do that. Now, I'm miffed and stomp back to my department and complained to some of my co-workers who also thought the encounter was bizarre and tried to figure out exactly who this person was and where she works on our floor.
I dress for me, I style my hair for my husband. So long as my husband likes my hair, life is good. He likes my hair right now and that's all that matters! In your face creepy, weird, hair fetish woman!