It's a good thing I left early for my hair appointment this morning. I had left a little extra time to hit an ATM on the way, but I didn't count on a truck blocking my one-way, one-lane street near the end. I had to back up to a cross street so that I could get on my way.
You would have thought they could have placed a sawhorse at the intersection, stationed a flag person. But apparently, nobody considered doing that. I had to gesture to two vehicles behind me, telling them to turn, as well.
That's OK. I must be the only woman in the world who doesn't enjoy having my hair done. Every time I go in, I get nervous, wondering if I'm giving the hair dresser good instructions. Even though I rely on her expertise, I know she follows my wishes, and I always wonder if I'm making good choices.
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