
The home spa is somewhat of a failure.
My hair is driving me nuts, and my cuticles are super-glued to my nails. My toes literally shredded the bottom of the bedsheet. I won’t even talk about my skin of many zits, but when this business is over, I’m going for some sort of deluxe spa treatment. Or maybe I could just run myself through Super Suds at the car wash.
Yes! Better than the Wheel Deal, better than the Ultimate and maybe even an overnight stay for detailing.
I want to walk out clean and shiny with all the dings repaired. Beauty base zero.
Although my hair looks good, my scalp itches, and I find hairs all over the house. I wonder if I am losing abnormal amounts of hair. Or is it breaking? I have dreams it drops off in clumps.
I would love to get an assessment from my stylist, but that is not within the art of the possible at this time. And so, I turn to poor, beleaguered Dale.
Would you look at my scalp and see if anything is going on?
Like what?
I don’t know. Redness. Scabs. Lice.
Sure.
We get under a light, and he pokes around for a while. Then he said, “Your hair is too dense. I can hardly see your scalp.”
Seriously, that is like dirty sex talk.
Oh, me of fairy hair? Dense? According to Dale, my hair is fine, but there seems to be plenty of it. What he could see of my scalp looked pink and healthy. In a miraculous display of the mind-body connection, my scalp stopped itching.
I don’t want to complain about staff at our home spa, but they can barely keep up. Praying the professionals arrive soon.
Public Service Announcement
I feel kind of bad I didn’t let you know this sooner. I mean, we’re almost a year into the lockdown, right? But it’s time you know the truth about public restrooms.
Yes, they’re mostly filthy, but there are unique moments in life when you won’t care.
You. Will. Not. Care.
Due to the pandemic, many of them will be closed when you need them the most.
For example, let’s imagine you are on the way to the golf course and have an unexpected bathroom emergency. You know from past experience the convenience store on the left won’t let you use theirs. Good thing Taco Bell is right next door! McDonalds is a few blocks further, but sometimes that is a block too far.
Let us imagine you walk up to the Taco Bell, which appears open, but the doors are locked. And you might imagine yourself pounding on the glass like Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate, “Elaine! Elaine!”
And in this totally fictitious situation, it would seem the drive-thru is indeed open, but because of the pesky pandemic, you can’t go inside. Literally.
This could get ugly fast, so in the interest of public service, I wanted to let you know many of the restrooms you formerly used while out and about may not be available to you during these unprecedented times.
Sure, you could always go to an empty church parking lot and stuff tissues down your pants, but this is only a temporary solution.
Taco Bell is dead to you, and you can’t always count on the Les Schwab Tire Center across the street to let you use theirs. But when some saint of a woman at the desk says sure, you will be forever indebted.
Be careful out there.