When I lived in New York and Nevada I would get compliments on my long straight freshly washed hair. Since moving to Utah, strangers approach me weekly complimenting me on my long, full head of hair. No lie, people approach me at the grocery store, doctor's office, and even at the temple! So what's the big deal you ask? Well, I only get compliments from Utahns when my hair is 3 or more days dirty and I have to back-comb it so it doesn't stick to my head. I never get compliments when my hair is freshly washed, shiny, straightened or styled. So this leads me to believe that one of the following is true about Utahns: 1) they long for the big hair of the 80s and their sense of style is freakishly antiquated, 2) they have no sense of style, or 3) they only compliment my hair when it's dirty to be nice. Either way it is really beginning to freak me out!
To make matters worse. Yesterday a complete stranger complimented my fingernails and asked me where I got them done. The only response I could muster was, "I grew them."
God help me; I need a break from Utah!
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3 comments:
Damn! I broke two nails today!!!
Maybe people are hinting...nice hair Beverly (as they run away from the smell)AAHHHH!!!
Hey, I grew my nails too. I love it, people always ask, "are those fake?"
Hey, you're getting a break from Utah. You're going to Europe!! Think of how amazing it's going to be!
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