Once upon a time, a girl walked into a hair salon and said “do whatever you want with my hair, I’m sick of it!”. Her fabulous stylist told her he had the same shirt she was wearing and squealed with delight as he sharpened his shears.
“You have the perfect cheekbones for a fringe. How does that sound?” he said, running his hands through her hair eagerly.
“Sounds great,” the girl said.
Fourty minutes later this is what the girl’s head looked like.
When she took off the little cape they made her wear, the fabulous sytlist was surprised to see that the girl’s chest and neck were covered in hives.
“Oh my god, where you nervous, honey?” he asked, concerned more for her complexion than her emotional state.
“Just a little,” the girl said. Her throat was dry.
The girl paid and walked outside, feeling more confident with each step. She was only feet from the salon when a gust of wind came out of nowhere and attacked her directly in the face. Her brand new fringe didn’t stand a chance. She found her reflection in the glass of a storefront, and sure enough, there was her fringe… standing straight up. She smoothed it down and within seconds the wind had blown it all over the place again.
So with her fringe standing at attention and hives spreading across her jawbone she laughed aloud as she walked back to her apartment.
Of course, she thought to herself, of course.