Not The Favorite
Friday, July 20, 2007
I'm going to have to go and stir up some shit just so I get some new material.
Last week, I was in Halifax for work. I got on the elevator to leave for the day and a guy got on the next floor down. Seemed normal enough until he wouldn't stop telling me how pretty my hair was. Gotta tell ya, it was a bit creepy being stuck in a little box for 8 floors with some freak infatuated with my hair. "Is that your natural color? It's really pretty. It suits you. I love red hair. Etc..." Reminds me of this conversation "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."