Tuesday, April 17, 2012


Was in a beauty supply store recently looking for a new deep conditioner (because I was acting cheap and didn't want to spend all the $ on my regular fix, Alter Ego), so I'm trying to have an intelligent conversation with the salesperson, explaining to her that I don't press my hair, and I wear my coily 'do out or up, and her friend jumps into the conversation and chastises me with

"No Mami, that's not good for your hair!"

She even shook her head from side-to-side like I'd stolen pennies out of a wishing well or something.

I paused. Looked her in the eye. Looked at her hair.  Then the salesperson went on to agree with her friend, and explained that she does both their hair... and then I stopped listening.

Why?  Because the salesperson's hair was bleached and looked like straw, and her friend's hair was dry-fried (yes, I just made that term up, I think).

It took everything in me not to bust out laughing, so instead, I smirked (I couldn't help it) and said, "don't worry, I'll find something.  Thanks!" to the salesperson (her friend's interjection wasn't even worthy of a direct response).

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