Friday, November 5, 2010
When Hairdryers Attack
You see...I go to the latest possible morning Yoga class, cherishing my last few minutes in bed, with the knowledge that I would rather stay in bed for another half hour, and, as a consequence, race to shower and get ready after class. It's a sacrifice I will happily make.
So this morning, I pulled out my hairdryer, after showering, towel drying my hair, and literally throwing on my clothing. I begin to blow dry my hair - and then all of a sudden, what feels like shards of glass, begin to come blowing out of my hair dryer.
Now I know...this sounds like some teeny bopper horror movie, right? Sorority girl blow drys her hair, and then someone has secretly planted shards of glass in the blow dryer for the unsuspecting girl to find when she turns on the blow dryer.
But alas...this was real life! I don't know what happened, I'm not a techno wiz, but I can say that something must have exploded inside my hairdryer and then decided to attack me, its unsuspecting victim, who was innocently trying to quickly dry her hair after yoga.
Bad Karma hair dryer.
And then, as though this was not uncomfortable enough to have shards of glass heated up by a hair dryer, blown at your chest...I was standing in the middle of the yoga locker room. If I was at home, I would have screamed at the top of my lungs, made Jeremy come and investigate the situation, we would have dismantled the hair dryer, and I would have complained for at least a half hour about how I almost died.
But no, I was amongst strangers in the yoga locker room. And so I looked around. And thought about screaming - "Did you all see that?? Glass came flying out of my hair dryer and burned my hand and chest" But I decided that if I ever intended on returning to my beloved Corepower, I best not scream in the locker room. They might think me a bit on the crazy side.
You know that feeling? When something happens and you just want to tell everyone? And you are in the world's most akward place, and there is nobody to tell?
Well it happens to me a lot. But weird stuff happens to me a lot too. So maybe I'm more prone to wanting to shout what just happened in an awkward locale.