Blonde. I hate it.
(Not that there's anything wrong with blondes. It's just not me. Last time I was blonde it was for a Halloween costume.)
In random conversation with the Captain and First Officer today, we were talking about mechanical delays. We had a few so far on this trip, and our days were stretched long while our nights stretched thin and sleep stretched to near nothing. Another warning came up before we began to taxi and we had to stop yet again.
"What is it with you two," the Captain asked of us both. "You're cursed or something."
"It's not me," I complained. "Redheads are touched with luck!" I quoted what others had told me of Game of Thrones.
"Redhead?" the first officer chimed in. "You're a redhead?"
"Well, yeah!"
"Oh," he said, perplexed. "I thought you were a blonde with your highlights."
I'm never getting highlights again.
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ReplyDeleteA wise man once said "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." Your hair doesn't need any highlights! You can't get better than perfection - and your hair suits you perfectly just the way it is. Red is your color!
Steve