Every now and then, since I was a little girl, I get stopped by random strangers (and sometimes crazy ones) complimenting my hair. When I was young it was embarrassing because I hated having red hair and the only people who seemed to like it were middle-aged women going gray. Now it's a little different but the random middle-aged women bit isn't.
Whilst shopping in the "Ethnic" aisle of my local supermarket today after work, I was stopped by a lady mouthing something to me. Is she talking to me? I pull out my ipod earphones and said, "Sorry?"
"I said I like your red hair, is it real?"
"Yes."
"It's not out of a bottle? I've always wanted red hair." Said wistfully with a little spittle.
"No, it's natural."
"Where did you get it? Are you sure you didn't dye it?"
"Quite. I got it from my family, thanks."
"My grandmother had red hair but I didn't get it. It's so sad."
"You have to have relatives on both sides of your family to have red hair." Pointed out helpfully.
"Did you know that Lisa Marie Presley is having TWINS?" Said with eyebrows raised.
"Um. No, I didn't. That's very interesting." Baffled.
"Yes, and one of them will be called Jesse. After Elvis's brother. I don't know what the other one will be called. They didn't tell me." Lots of spittle and eyebrow-raising.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, everyone wants to know!"
"Of course! It's important." Clarity dawns in her eyes like one who has found someone else who understands. "Well, I have to run. Have a great day!"
"Take care of your hair!" I hear her say as I turn away.
Man. It's so refreshing to get a nice crazy like that after awhile. Made my day.
