My Morning Walk

On my morning walk I saw palm trees getting haircuts and I was reminded of that time, when I was working as a shoe salesperson at The Corral in the Bullocks mall off Topanga Boulevard and I let Patty Oracio, an aggressive beauty school student, “practice” chemical application on my hair and my entire head turned into the consistency of that wispy flyaway stuff that seems to explode and then rot off palm fronds after they’ve been laying in the middle of the street for several weeks.

I honestly do not know how I survived.

Time Heals All Perms,
Fiona Fluffy, PhD
The Follicle Whisperer

8 Comments on "My Morning Walk"

  1. The Zadge says:

    I think there should be a class action against all the hairdressers in the 80s who gave perms.

  2. My sister and I were captured in a family photo freshly permed. We were smiling. What were we thinking?

  3. Cupcake Murphy says:

    Smiling and perms don’t go together really.

  4. tfolds says:

    I don’t know why this is so darn funny but I have laughed and laughed about this post. I’m in full giggle as I reply… Thanks for making my morning – I needed this. This is why I started reading blogs (random moments like this).

  5. Cookoo says:

    Do you remember when I got a perm over my already way to bleached blond hair and it literally melted in the shower. I wore a hat for weeks.