Oh, Hair

Right now I am standing in line, at 8:50 A.M., at my hair salon.  Yes it's a Sunday but my hair needs some serious work. It is fucking 45 degrees, and there are nine women ahead of me in line and about 12 behind me. This place opens at nine. The salon I go to is a Dominican salon that does amazing blowouts and it is a testimony to the dedication of black women to their hair that there are so many women out here standing in line in the cold. By ten o'clock there will be no less than 50 women in the samon waiting or getting worked on. It's scary even. As for myself, I have one too many grays making an unwelcome appearance and if I don't get my hair done they will keep showing up, like an unholy army of age. I'm not at the age where I am planning on aging gracefully,  that's for other
people. They are letting us in now, so I am going to tell them what I need to get done. Maybe one day, I will let my hair go wild. Not today though.

PS the woman behind me is talking about how she is leaving her boyfriend and how she is going to take him to the cleaners because she has no job and he has gotten her accustomed to a certain lifestyle. Haha! I wonder how that is going to work out.