I heard the UPS truck pull up in front of the house, mid-morning. I looked out the study window and saw the UPS delivery man step off the truck carrying a thin squishy envelope package for me [a t-shirt from Lands’ End].
He’s a nice guy, handsome, a regular in our neighborhood, and I’m a nice person so I walked out the front door and started walking down the sidewalk to meet him halfway.
Save him a few steps in the intense summer heat, ‘ya know.
Welp, I smiled and said “hello” while extending my left hand to grab the thin squishy envelope package, figuring he’d hand it to me. But instead he froze in place about four feet in front of me and just stared at me.
I followed his gaze and realized I had MY HAIR TIED UP on top of my head in what probably seemed to him to be an UNUSUAL style. I was wrong about that assumption.
THE CURLY HAIR BACKSTORY
When I can, like on days when I’m staying home, after I wash my hair I don’t use a hairdryer; instead I pull my wet curly hair into a topknot held in place with an elastic.
Then I twist bandana around it in such a way as to tie up my hair. This way my hair dries off my neck AND it forms groovy, beachy curls in the process.
It’s AN OLD-FASHIONED WAY of styling your hair that back then involved clean rags, but now as an affluent suburbanite I use A BANDANA purchased at Walmart for $1.98.
THE CONVERSATION BEGINS
Curly hair, he said.
Yes, said I while trying to reach over to grab the package from his hand, but to no avail.
You do that when it’s wet, he said. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
Yes, said I whilst staring intently at the package in his hand, hoping he’d remember why he was here.
Huh, he replied.
A LONG PAUSE during which time I began to notice how hot it was outside standing on the sidewalk in bare feet in the direct sunshine. DAMNED HOT.
THE CONVERSATION CONTINUES
My wife does that with our daughter’s hair, he explained.
Yes, said I nodding my head in what I hoped was a conversation-ending gesture of understanding.
I thought she was pulling my leg when she said it’s what you do with curly hair. I had two sisters but they had straight hair, he continued.
Yes, said I.
They never did that, he confided.
Hmmm, said I wondering where this conversation was going to go next.
After another LONG PAUSE, during which time he further scrutinized my hair like I WAS A SCIENCE PROJECT, he handed me the package.
THE UNEXPECTED COMPLIMENT
The bandana is a nice touch. My wife doesn’t use one of those but it looks cute on you, he said.
Thank you, said I whilst pondering how out of kilter the Universe must be that I, a gray-haired woman of a certain age, had just been told my hairstyle was “cute” by a handsome 30-something man.
I’m going to suggest she get some bandanas for our daughter’s hair, he told me.
Good idea, said I.
And with that he FINALLY handed me the package and said “goodbye” as he walked back to his truck, SHAKING HIS HEAD IN AMAZEMENT, mumbling about how he couldn’t believe his wife hadn’t been joshing him all along.
~ THE END ~
PLEASE NOTE: I’m having difficulties leaving comments on some blogs and it’s incredibly frustrating.
Also, on random blogs I’m not consistently receiving an indication that there’s been a reply to my comment when there has been one. Another gremlin?