Ever since we had to make do without heat and hot water I’ve been looking less than presentable. Never mind that I’m permanently dressed in sweats to cope with the cold, my hair is dirty and worn in a ponytail or bun.
Last week when I was in the mall, I went to a salon and had it washed. Just washed and this treat cost me $10. I felt reasonably clean again, but this wasn’t up for a repeat.
For tomorrow though I had to make an effort. I have an interview at 12:00 and since high value is placed on presentation I had to wash my hair.
Never short of ideas, I came up with a plan … I could wash my hair at the bowling. They don’t have a shower, but they do have a washroom with sinks.
Dieter didn’t think I could do such a thing, but I disagreed. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I packed shampoo, conditioner and a comb in a bag and off we went.
After we played our five Sunday night games, Dieter pointed out that I couldn’t wash my hair because I had forgotten to pack a towel. Darn, I hadn’t thought of that. A little detail like that wasn’t going to stop me though, I was going to get clean one way or another.
In the washroom I stripped down to pants and t-shirt, mixed the water to a comfortable temperature, and stuck my head under the tap. I shampooed, shampooed again, applied conditioner and voila, my hair was clean.
Next I grabbed a handful of paper towels and dried as best as possible. After combing I used another few paper towels but my hair was still soaking wet. Now what?
That’s when I saw it … a hand dryer mounted to the wall about four feet off the ground. I pushed the button, crouched under it and let the warm air dry my hair. When the dryer stopped after a minute, I pushed it again and again.
There, not only was my hair clean, it was presentable. Let nobody say that when the going gets though I don’t rise to the occasion.