Green hair

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After being sent home on excessive overtime, I made an impromptu stop to get my hair did at Helmet in Midtown. As I sat down, and Perry asked what I wanted.

Perry: Did you like What we did last time?
Me: Yes, very much so, but I’m thinking about maybe some…. color.

Almost three hours later (I had to bleach my hair first before the color application), I left with a nice pine-green (after contemplating blue).

By coincidence, this was also the day that Mother decides to come down into town to pick up my little sister from her dorm downtown. After the initial shock of noticing the color, which is really more subtle, and in patches, I think she took it in stride, and accepted it.

But the funniet part was when we were sitting at an intersection, and Mother asks:

Mother: You’re not i-mo (emo), right?
Me: What? of course not!
Mother: Good, because I heard the i-mo is depressing, and I don’t want none of my kids to be depressed.

Gosh, I love my mom.