The Lady with French Fry Hair -- Or, Can We Talk About Something Other Than Guns?
Every day that I go to work, I usually stop at McDonald's for a sugar-free vanilla iced coffee, a grilled chicken snack wrap, and two chocolate chip cookies. It's quick, easy, and right on my way to work, so I don't have to go out of my way or wait in line too long.
There is a very attractive woman there-- tall and pretty. But, she has a new hairdo. She has shorter hair, and has turned them into dreadlocks. They manage to stick up every which way, about 4" long, in all directions. This is fine, and her preference, and it certainly is None Of My Business. She is rarely at the window, and I've never spoken to her, but I do have many friends there, whom I know by name and with whom we share personal tidbits, hand squeezes, and smiles.
Well, this past week, the woman got her hair dyed a light blonde, but it is very hard to process such dark hair, so it turned out sort of a toasty color-- blonde/tan/reddish mix. Friday, She popped up at the window, handing me my food, and I nearly dropped my iced coffee.
She was looking down, so I couldn't really see her face, wearing a bright red McDonald's visor, which gathered up her hair into a wild mass at the top of her head-- she looked like a serving offries.
Proving that something funny happens just about every day, if you just look for it...
Hope you all have a happy day, today! Thanks for coming by!
Has something happened to y'all lately that you would like to share? Humor is a WELCOME diversion from all the talk about ballistics...
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I know this is tame, if not lame, but I've never seen hair like that!
Friday, we ate dinner at our favorite Mongolian Restaurant, which has recently added Karaoke. Oh my! New adventures in torture! Tray after tray of beer was served, and, by the time we finished our meal, they were bellowing, (not singing), Desperado with words of unknown origin... We got tickled, and I had to go outside to laugh! What a HOOT!
Love y'all!
I hate those autocorrect things! I got my Kindle set on French somehow, and it corrected EVERYTHING to French. it took forever to get it set...
I love you, dear Neetu!
I'll never look at another french fry again in the same way....
They cook it for you on a huge, round, free-standing grill with wooden swords. They have lists of Shah's Mongolian Grill!
Now, they also offer, in addition to great couisine, Karaoke! EGAD!
LOL! I'm shocked, every time I go any more... Which is funny! She is a nice woman, and I don't mean to make fun of her-- but truly, I've never seen hair quite like it before!
I really am burnt out on all of this talk about most of the supposed issues of today.
I am trying to think of a humorous tale, but at the moment am only seeing a muppet with french fries...
Maybe I will try later.
Yep. ME TOO!
We need to address the issues we cared so passionately about before all this gun stuff happened. Those problems haven't gone away.
Maybe it's time to lighten up and have some fun...
This lady's hair is really something! I wonder if she'll let me take a picture of her in her McDonald's visor...
Bless you Dowser for this very pleasant relief.
Here is my very non PC story.
When I was teaching I always had a class full of animals. Back in the day we group the childrenhomogeneouslyand I found them very calming for all of my classes, whether they be a top, middle, or bottom group. One year I brought in a twin sister guinea pigs. I always let the class name the pets, and this class had an unusually large Latino population. The children decided to name the piggies, Sophia and Maria, both very typical Latino names. I never gave it a second thought.
About a week had passed sinceacquiringmy piggies, when a teacher girl, Carol Nasta friend popped her head in to check out the new arrivals. She was our resource room teacher and had heard that I had gotten two new members to my menagerie and loved little critters, too. She often referred to herself as St Francis, the patron saint of animals, being a fellow animal lover and a nice Italian girl. She went over to the tanks were they were kept and picked up the first one and inquired... "What's this one's name?" I told her Sophia. "Oh, how pretty", she responded. Then she asked what the other ones name was and I told her Maria. She smiled and was about to say something when suddenly her whole mood changed. "Wait a minute, who named these guinea pigs?" I told her the class. She paused ... Ahhh... Mrs. Berlin (I still went by my maiden name), did you miss something. Perplexed... I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. Firmly she said... You let the class name two GUINEA pigs, Maria and Sophia!!!!
If you don't understand thereferenceI will explain. If you do, I really never thought about it until then... and I burst out laughing and said in my most fake threatening voice, "Well, I guess I did, Ms. Nasta. Watchya gonna do about it?"There was a long pause and then we both burst out laughing. The kids remained clueless.
At the end of the school year, Ms. Nasta was the proud mom of two guinea pigs and she never changed their names.
Well, my nieces (ages 4 and 7) just named their two rabbits.... One was Joy and the other was Catalina......
As for the Guinea pigs, I dunno.. Grumpier Old Men?
I think I get it... Guinea as in a nickname for spanish speaking people?
My education is incomplete!
But, how very sweet!!! I love that story!
I taught 9th and 10th graders, and keeping animals in class would have been a very bad thing for me to do. I had kids opening a bic lighter inside their mouths then blowing out and breathing fire, on occasion. I had kids that brought knives to school, long ones... A poor animal wouldn't have survived! BUT, I think it would have been wonderful, had I been able to do so. As it was, I took in rocks, but never my good ones. They tore them up, if at all possible. They licked the Halite, (salt), picked apart the phyllites, (micas), et. al. SIGH!
I love little guinea pigs. I wish I wasn't allergic to them, because I love them so much! I had one named Brownie that rode in the back of a Tonka Dump Truck. I found him a little straw hat, and put a little elastic to help him keep it on his head. I pulled him around the house for hours and he had a wonderful time! But, every time I played with him, I got hives. Then, my son had one, and I got asthma from him. UGH. His name was Carlos, for Carlos Santana... LOL!
I love you, Perrie. I'm just tired of all the gun stuff...
So let me educate you. Maria and Sophia are also Italian names and the word Guinea is slang for Italians. She thought that maybe I was taking a poke at Italians, LOL. Meanwhile, it hadn'toccurredto me until that very moment. The following year I had another piggy named Hampton J. Pig. He became famous in Brooklyn, as he was Guinea Pig napped. The police actually were on the case! We got him back. A very lonely boy had pignapped him. I wish I could find the article about the case on the internet, but this was in pre-google days.
Your story about you and your little pig in the Tonka Dump Truck is just too cute! I can almost picture the whole scene in my mind's eye. How adorable that you even had a hat for him. Turns out that both my daughters are allergic to both rabbits and piggies, ans so I don't have them anymore. I miss there little vocalizations.
I love you too, Dowser. I hear ya about the gun stuff and feel the same way.
Cute!
My viewpoint, which means nothing. Whatever happens will happen. We'll do what is needed to keep our guns legal. If we have to register them, we will. If they want us to buy a tax stamp, we will. It really isn't going to affect that many of us, and there is no use fighting about it.
I'm just tired of it. UGH!
I miss mine, too, because they were so cute! They always chirruped when they saw me, and I loved them dearly! Such sweet babies... Sigh!
Take care, dear Perrie. I'm about to sign off for the night-- just going to have a brief snack beforehand!
Hey!
I resemble that remark!
:~)
What a hoot! And what a sweetie he must have been!
They just don't live long enough. We love them and they just don't last long...