Sunday, February 23, 2014


Yesterday, I had a wonderful savory crepe and glass of humble white wine.  A woman was seated to the left of my table. I figured she was an artist because her jeans were splattered with paint.
            At a certain point Madame Artiste stood up with her back to me, faced the mirror on the wall next to her table and undid her ponytail. She shook her hair out, gathered it only to make another ponytail.
            I didn’t order a crepe with dander. I was kind of speechless and it all happened so quickly there wasn’t time to point out to her how her actions were rude and plain nasty.
            You don’t comb your hair at any table. Didn’t your mother ever tell you that? Maybe Ms. Picasso thought what she did was all right. What’s a little shake of the head? It’s not like she was using a comb.
            And while we’re on the subject of hairy conditions, if your hair is long, maybe you should sling it around so that it’s in the front of you and not in the eyes of person standing behind you on the train, subway or on a line. Don’t you want to know where your hair is?
            In closing, if you’re having a bad hair day, keep it to yourself and away from a good meal.

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