If there were ever a great moment for me to feel really dumb, it would have been yesterday evening at the grocery.
No, I didn't go in to buy goods without taking enough money. I didn't even get into the store before having my moment. I was barely out of the van... or rather, not all the way out. In fact, that was the main body of the problem; the other part being that I was unaware of the situation until I tried to walk toward the building.
It was a that point that I discovered via immediate application of the laws of physics that I'd shut a large portion of my long hair in the door!
For those who know me, you all know what happened next. For those who don't, my hair is fairly elastic. It stretched, then pulled...
Sprooooiiiiing!
...yanking me right back to the van, where I knocked the back of my head quite soundly upon the door. Whap!
Worse, it really seemed like everyone in the lot was staring at me at that specific moment. Fortunately, it was late evening, and "everyone" was made up of an elderly couple, a young woman toting a tiny tot, and a bagger attempting to wrestle a bunch of shopping carts back toward the store.
Even worse than that, it hurt me badly enough that I apparently carried myself differently at work today, and was asked why, necessitating that I explain to my boss (the one who decides if I'm smart enough to progress to higher levels of management) that I shut my hair in the door of my van, then tried to walk away and bonked my head.
The headache was gone by the time my coffee absorbed into my system. The shoulder still hurts, but not as bad as yesterday. My pride, however, suffered serious injury... but not so much that I can't laugh and blog about it today. ^_^
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You know, I usually am pretty careful with my hair... I have to pull it to the front when I'm in the bathroom. You can guess why. XD
I think the reason it got caught in the door is because of how close I was standing when I shut it - the car next to where I parked was right on the line, and had I not been so skinny, I wouldn't have been able to even get out, LOL!
That's one of those experiences where you're just glad when it's over.
It isn't like I haven't had tape in my hair before. I had a real Mr. Bean moment with packing tape once while working at a camera store in Lima. By the time I freed myself, we were all in tears from laughing.
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uh huh you know it next thing I knew the tool was eating my scalp like a cabbage patch doll I had to go to the stylist the next morning to get the rest of my hair cut off to make it match
It doesn't take long for hair to get wrapped up in anything that spins. My friend (Let's not and say we did, here on Gather) has to use one of those for her dog, too, and for the same reason, though she has a Boston Terrier and not a big dog. That little dickens is so wiggly and has such smooth fur, though, that if she doesn't want you doing something, it's nearly impossible to hold onto her.
The things we suffer for our hair, lol!
Yep, another member of the long hair club. At least there was no lasting injury... headache gone the first day, shoulder pain back to normal on the second.
I do feel better, and am now able to laugh about it. It had to look pretty funny.
Well, I decided to write about mine. As with several other injuries I've had, it wasn't funny at the time, but there were aspects of it that I think are pretty funny now.
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