FIRE

I was drying my hair this morning humming along to Silversun Pickups when I smelled fire. I assumed it was due to the many jokes I had made about wanting to set my hair on fire rather than doing (insert random thing here) and karma had come to collect. So I flipped back up (yes I dry my hair upside down) and I saw in the mirror a spark shoot out the side of the hair dryer. I dropped it to the floor and yanked the plug from the wall. I watch it for a moment ----from a distance--- and determined it was not going to explode and it was now safe to pick up, I tossed it into the bathtub and soaked it in water then put it in the trash bag. Great! My hair is still soaking wet and it was time to go to work, so I finished getting dressed, put sable on the leash, grabbed the trash bag and walked to the dumpster dripping hair and all. I was going to warp a towel around my head, but I am kind of nervous about snipers. So all I could here echoing in my head was my mom saying “your going to catch a cold going outside with your hair wet” (by the way was that ever dispelled on Myth Busters? If it was I am totally going to youtube it and send it to my mom). So I am running late and there is a meeting at work and I am sitting there in wet hair, I tried to pass it off as a new fashion trend, all the cool kids are doing it, but judging by the looks I got that was not working. After the meeting I go back to my desk and make a few calls, listening to stories of dried up well, cable guys barricaded in attics, hospital bills, and gambling… I figured if wet hair was the worse thing that happens to me today I will be ok.