Walking from the train to my office this morning I almost collided with the oncoming traffic of the morning commuters on the sidewalk.
(it's a very busy intersection...)
(even when it's not, I have to dodge pedestrians...)
It would have helped if I'd been paying attention. But I was distracted. By the woman with the hat. The stark white hat. The stark white hat that looked vaguely familiar?
Hair.
Maybe a certain kind of wool?
Hair.
Maybe an old sweater or hat of my own perhaps?
Hair.
Could it be possible it was.....nah.
Hair.
A stark white hat that I'm pretty positive was a bad dye job and a perm gone horribly wrong. I don't mean to bring more attention to what was probably a salon failure and resulted in tears and possible loss of employment, but it was awful. I have seen a bad color or two, a perm that was left on a little too long and bangs that looked like the stylist was "in the cups" if you get what I'm saying...so it's not just that. It was catastrophic because of the odd shape that it was. The shape that threw me at first glance to think it was a stark white fuzzy (shapeless) hat.
I apologized to the lady I had run into but who was equally apologetic for doing the same thing to me. As we situated our bags and coffee cups and newspapers we parted ways, eyebrows raised, sharing that brief non-verbal conversation.....was that a hat?!
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