Monday, July 27, 2009

Is that a Bald Spot?

So once in a while, life throws something at you that is farrrrrr more entertaining than anything they could make up on TV. This morning held one of those moments for me. Let me set the scene: At the office I have a sweet little old man that cleans the joint on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Because Vance is the best cleaning man on the planet, he came in Friday night to buff the floors. Just for fun. Monday morning, I walk in and find this little note on my desk:



Any thoughts on what he found? …He found someone’s orphaned weave in one of the exam rooms!!!



This entertains me on a number of levels:
  • My scream was heard around the entire office. We only had two patients checked in so far, so explanations weren’t too extensive. (I think my shock came from living in an insulated caucasian world where our hair stays on our heads (for the most part), and only our fashionable AA sisters can get away with adding and subtracting length at will. Frankly, I'm just not used to seeing it on my desk..)
  • How do you not know part of your hair has fallen out???!! I asked Lyndel, my resident authority on all things African American, and even she was grossed out. She says they really hurt to put them in, so it would stand to reason that one coming out would be traumatic as well? If you DID know it fell out, why are you gonna leave it on my floor?
  • Granted, Vance is like 93 years old, but he didn’t know what it was??? Maybe if you grow up out west, and don’t mix with a large African American community, I could see not knowing what it was right away. BUT WE LIVE IN THE SOUTH! There is an African Nubian Queens Hair Braiding on many a Raleigh corner.
  • Why leave it on MY desk? Granted, my excruciatingly honest cleaning man asks permission to take a water out of the fridge, so maybe he was afraid someone would come looking for it? Didn’t want to be the one to throw away someone’s personal effects?
  • I’ve seen some beautiful hair braiding out here, but this one was kind of nappy. Like, bought the kit at Sallys, and let your boyfriend’s friend’s sister do it kind of nappy. And before you get upset at me for being insensitive and/or flip about another race, I'm going to remind you that hair of any kind is gross, and even digging my own hair out of the drain makes me want to ralph!
  • This event was so blog-worthy, I'm putting off the Daron-Birthday-Post until I've recovered.

6 comments:

Sherri said...

oh... that was just what I needed on a Monday... good thing I wasn't drinking... cause it would have shot out my nose... I'm just saying...

Shelly said...

That was so hilarious...I really don't know what to say. I'm speechless! Good one.

Lisa said...

BWAHAHAHAHA - hilarious and gross all at the same time!

Eva said...

EEEEEEeeeeewwwwwwwwww....Ok THAT was priceless!!!

Heather McKeon said...

Hilarious! And actually brings a funny little story to mind - while in middle school (not sure what grade) my sister Susy was riding the bus to school and it was still pretty dark outside when she finds a friendship bracelet! She is so excited by her luck that she ties it to her wrist (with some difficulty) and heads into school. Once in the light of the school she is horrified to discover that it is not the friendship bracelet of her dreams, but in fact someone's lost weave! Naturally, she could not get that thing off fast enough. Oh -this story still cracks me up when I think about the poor misguided middle school horror of it all...

Sofia Lung said...

LOL!!! That is helarious! I seriously had to hold in my laughter seeing as how i'm at work