The guy that works at Subway came running out excitedly to touch them and called me "rasta girl" lol.
And the old lady at Super Cuts seriously looked like she was seeing dreads for the first time. Maybe she was? Either way she just walked right up an touched them and tried to have me explain the red-wool felted one.
I saw my old boss today. He's a good ol' Southern boy type of guy. He's a nice dude, but he definitely strikes me as "old fashioned" when it comes to things like dreads.
But he actually said, and I quote, "you're the only person I've ever seen that looks cute with dreads."
I practically pointed at my Dad (he was there) and shouted "HAH!"...but I refrained.
It was definitely a good pick-me-up after hearing him rip on my hair for like 20 minutes.
He insists on calling me Side Show Bob and telling me that his hair is prettier than mine.
I think it's his weird way of bonding? lol.
I almost want to bring my old boss pictures of all the cute dreadheads around, but I don't think he actually cares. It just seemed like some kind of victory for every person who has to endure their parents ripping on their locks.