Just Further Proof

It’s taken me about a month to be able to admit that I did this but here goes:

My hair had been taking on a life of its own, lighter roots, darker ends, red on top and all shades of browns....I’d been coloring it myself for a few years and it showed. A couple of friends of mine convinced me to get it done professionally at a local hair salon. My appointment was a Saturday afternoon. The colorist was a 21 year old. I thought she knew what she was doing, I was wrong, very wrong. When I walked out of there, my hair was black, all of my hair, one color at least, if you like stark black, but it looked horrible. I left in tears.

On my way home I decided to stop at the grocery store for my newest addiction, avocados with lime, juice. I’ve been eating them every day with kosher salt - scooping it right out with a spoon. Weird, yeah, but I’m on an avocado kick right now, and I was upset, I wanted my comfort food.

While I was walking back to my new white Nissan Xterra which I parked in front of the store, I let my mind wander, thinking about how messed up my hair was, how I was going to have the same problem, but worse, because now my roots were going to still be lighter than my hair, ten-fold now that the rest of my hair is black....I’m not going to color it black to compensate.....uuugggghhh. And why did I ever start coloring my hair? Oh yeah, I was turning grey.

I reached the White Xterra, open the door and proceed to climb in and oooooppppps.....there’s a man sitting in the passenger’s seat. A man with a cane. I looked at him and said, "Well, someone’s in the wrong car".

I felt like I was in a dream. I looked around and it was exactly like I left it, all new and everything.....all terrain mats, yup, this guys in the wrong car. He looked at me for a few seconds and said, "this isn’t your car". I believed him, because that’s the kinda chick I am, always believing someone else, cause I usually am wrong (ouch)...and I got out and shut the door. Then I walked to the back of the SUV to check the plates because I know my plates are "DO ME 69" or something very similar and NO they are not vanity plates, they just came like that. A woman was opening the hatch and said, "Oh my, this isn’t your car."

I still was confused until I looked over a few cars down and there it was, my Xterra, DO ME licenses plates and all. I got in it and sat there for awhile hanging my head in shame. Then I drove right in front of the other one before they drove away and waved.....I wanted to make sure they knew I wasn’t crazy, our cars are identical in every way and only parked a few cars apart.

Yet, I’m still the biggest ditz, I know it. You'll see.