Earlier this week, I related the account of my tragedy with a prime rib roast. I mentioned I traveled to the fabulous Penn Dutch for my meats. On the return trip, a concatenation of events led me to socking conclusion. What a terrible loss it is to have hair.
This will not be a post singing the glories of being bald. Meh on that. Heck, even balding isn’t too much fun. But I now have a friendlier view towards it than for those sad, deprived souls full of hair.
Let me remind readers that recently, I surrendered to the static-inducing effects of Florida’s extended affair with cold weather. Given my hair’s natural frizziness, I have opted for the shortest of haircuts in my history. The tale can be remembered by the link to the right.
So, now, unbothered by either cold or elements, I can return to the natural enjoyment of South Florida beauty without fear or frizz.
But, woe, not all travelers in my realm are so fortunate.
This revelation came to me as I waited for the traffic light to begin my journey back up 441 home.
Sitting in the left turn lane, listening to some news program on XM, a large SUV pulled up to my right.
I glanced over at some point (I think when the loud advertisement for bras came on – “How many bras do you own!”) and noticed an attractive lady doing her makeup in the vehicle.
While she was certainly pleasant to look at, both from an outfit (formal business) and facial features, it was her hair that captured my attention.
I searched the internet for some time trying to find a similar image and could not come up with one. Imagine the woman in the image I used with the hair swept back, rather than draped.
In any case, it was arresting. Despite that, I had only looked over for a few seconds when that unique sense people have that someone is looking at them caught her. She saw me and immediately stopped her makeup and pushed up her visor.
(Aside: I always wonder about that. Who cares if the person in the car sees you doing your makeup? If you need to fix it, fix it, don’t worry about people gawking. It’s probably just some balding, middle-aged nobody who happens to be fascinated by your hair.)
Now, all that means nothing without this important atmospheric (figuratively and literally) ingredient.
This was one of those rare days where, between cold days and rainy “changeover” days, the weather was near about perfect. Low 70’s, no wind, no clouds. In short, a fabulous day.
Even such as I, prayer at the temple of mid 90’s, could not deny the sublime perfection of such a morning. My windows were down. My moon roof was open. It was South Florida as the tourist bureau would wish for every day.
And yet, this well made up and well dressed woman in the extremely large SUV beside me could never enjoy that day.
Because of her hair.
There may not have been any wind, but even on low-speed 441 (just 45 mph) a short drive would devastate her coiffured magnificence.
(Aside 2: Though it’s not the subject of today’s post, I just have to wonder: Ladies, is it really worth all the effort it must take to make hair look that amazing each day? I imagine it must take forever to get hair to perform like that.)
That got me to thinking about all the times my female friends and relatives could not ride in the car with the windows down, regardless of how beautiful a day might be.
I’m sure this is the case in all states, but such a day as that is rare in South Florida. Low humidity, no clouds and cool air? Rare indeed!
To not be able to experience that because of having to be careful about what’s on top of your head? What a terrible loss it is to have hair.