Dying to Please

When I was young I swore I would never dye my hair. Who cares if your hair is gray, I thought. Why hassle with dying your hair just to please other people? That all changed as I began to get gray hair. At that point I realized that I did not want my hair to make me look older than I am - or even my age, for that matter. So I have been coloring my hair myself for quite a while now. I'm at the stage where I combine two colors together to get the "look" I'm going for. I picked up the two boxes of color last week at Walgreen's, intending to get the job done this weekend. I washed my hair Saturday night and it was still a little damp when I went to bed. So it was lookin' good Sunday morning as I went outside to water the plants before it got too hot.

Back inside, I slipped into my hair coloring t-shirt, an old freebie t-shirt from a meeting I attended years ago, and opened the boxes of color to do the mixing. The first thing I noticed was that the one box was not correctly sealed. Uh-oh. As I looked inside, the gloves were loose and not folded within the paper directions, and the bottle containing the dye had streaks of brown trickling down the outside. Have of the mixing solution was gone. Some ignorant jerk had used half the product and taken it back, probably securing a refund as well. Grrrrr....... I quickly changed into a more respectable shirt, but could do nothing about the state of my hair considering it was about to be colored. I drove back to Walgreen's and stood in the one open checkout lane only to get to the cashier and be told I needed to see a manager. The box was exchanged, but no apology was offered to me for the inconvenience I incurred in making a return trip. Yes, I should have noticed the broken seal, but come on. Who was the idiot at the store who put the open, returned box back on the shelf?