My husband and I live in an old folks home. The residents here have a ton of aids hired for all hours of the day- so oftentimes when we're doing our nighttime rounds we'll run into someone. Generally they're so relived to see someone who still has cognitive abilities that they'll just ingage us in conversation for the hell of it.
Tonight as I passed one of the aids who happens to have dreadlocks and who was also on her cell phone she said "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." I said, assuming she wanted to ask about building procedure.
"I just got a call from this guy who said he wanted to come and pick me up. I told him I had to be back here by 11am and he promised he'd be able to do that. Only problem is its really icey and snowy out and he sounds like he may have been drinking."
"You're asking me if you should go?" I asked
She smiled and started talking to her friend on the phone again "SEE! This girl says I shouldnt go! ::pauses:: And she has dreads!!!"
I am delighted to hear that my hair was reason alone to trust my judgement.