I went to the gym last night which resulted in an evening shower and sleeping on wet hair. What came of this? A messy head of hair. But of course, I came to work without brushing or fixing the mess. And so began the tale of the long, silver strand of hair.
It was a few hours into the work day and I finally got up from my desk to use the ladies room. As I diligently scrubbed my hands with the new anti-bacterial soap that was stocked to ward off flu-season germs, I glanced in the mirror.
Out of the corner of my eye, just as I was about to turn off the water and exit the ladies room, I saw IT. Glistening in the disgusting, yellow, fluorescent light. Rumpled amongst the other black-ish hairs that existed in complete disarray from the "sleeping on wet hair" debacle. There IT was: long, silver and in existence.
Had a coworker pull it out (don't believe in the, pull one and two grow back business) and waved it around as proof. I'm old, and I have a long, silver strand of hair to prove it.
Le weep.
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