madness

went to the salon today for my regularly scheduled maintenance [hair]. the lady that puts goo on my head and i have often discussed knitting and she wants to learn [or re-learn]. well, she's going to europe for a month and what better time than now?

so i figger i've got a good 20 minutes once the goo is on before we can do anything, so why don't we run across the street to the knitting store and get her needles and yarn so she can get started? i could give her a refresher course and then we can rinse the goo off and i can get perkified while she knits in the corner.

we went. me with goo on my head, covered by a plastic bag. wearing shorts and a black salon robe-y thing. in public. across the street. had a lovely chat with a woman who decided she wanted to accompany us for half a block [i have no idea why]. we crossed the street, SUVs rushing past me in my goo-based attire.

the store was closed. of course. saturday in the summer is dodgy with uptown businesses. i hid behind her and we dashed the block back to the salon. by the time we got inside, we'd figured out where the next closest shop was so she could go after work.

i wish the shop had been open. the look on the faces of the people inside would have been worth it. and probably they would have understood...who wouldn't run across a street in a posh part of town with goo on their head just for the sake of inducting another innocent into our evil cult?