nicoblue (soulhaus) wrote in get_up_dread_up,

conversation snippet from a rest stop in texas

gas station subway employee:

"excuse me, excuse me, ma'am?"

i was waiting in line to pay, and i looked up and realized she was talking to me.

"ma'am, excuse me, but is that your real hair?"

i laughed, and took off the green band holding my dreads back.

"yeh, it is," i told her.

she stepped forward, almost as if she might touch them, wanting to at least get closer to their oddness.

"well, what'd they do to it?"

as if.. someone, had done something to my head without my knowledge or consent.
or perhaps as if it had happened as a freak accident, maybe it'd been that way since birth.
most importantly, though, i desperately wanted to know who "they" were.

i was so baffled and amused by her tone that i couldn't respond immediately. by the time i'd regained my composure, she'd become distracted by new customers.

...i just thought you folks might find that incident entertaining. :)
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