Nothing like dropping a bundle to get your hair done, and have your stylist rave about the colour, and how long your hair has gotten, and how you’re her shampoo commercial client. (When you don’t constantly fuck around with your hair, it stays shiny — amazing!)
And you look FABULOUS.
For, oh… 30 seconds.
Until you have to go outside into the blizzard that has magically arrived since you got to the salon.
And then you have to scrape the ice and snow off the car.
And drive home. Slowly. Oh, so slowly.
And then you notice that your fabulous, expensive hair now looks like this.
Least it still smells awesome…