The
other week I hopped on the subway, and sitting opposite me was this older
(black) woman with a wig of bright blue hair that fell straight down upon her
shoulders.
“I like
your hair,” I was like.
“Thank
you,” she said. “We had a 60s party at
work.”
Then,
she said she worked at a local rehab house.
I'm not clear why she didn't have another wig to change into, for the way to and from work.
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