Foiled Plan

Guys dancing to the sweet, sweet music

Three years ago I got highlights done. It was a rather harrowing experience for me. The highlights weren’t the problem; it was the sitting in the hairdressers for three and a half hours. I vowed never to do it again.

Last week, for some unknown reason, I broke that vow. I really do hate the hairdressers (the place not the people), so when they told me I had to sit there doing nothing for half an hour while my highlights highlighted, I freaked.

The good news was that I had my trombone and was only 30 seconds away from one of my favourite busking spots. But I had all these bits of foil in my hair. That might be too crazy- even for me. I needed some advice, so I called my mate Emma.

“I’m at the hairdressers getting highlights and I’ve got half an hour to kill. Reckon I should have quick busk at Martin Place?”

“Totally”

“Really? I’ve got all these foils in my hair.”

“Yeah definitely, you might even make more money.”

“Hmmmm”

“Do it.”

“OK, thanks Em.”

With that, I grabbed my trombone and left the bewildered hairdressers behind.

I was getting looks as soon as I stepped outside. Wait til I pull out the trombone I thought. I got to my spot. I looked truly crazy, but I wanted the public to know that I actually wasn’t, so I wrote this sign:

I made a bit of money, but not heaps. I think people were a little scared of me. I looked crazier then I have ever looked before, so it just makes sense that I would run into someone I knew; someone I hadn’t seen in about 3 years.

Fortunately Kate is among the nicest people I know, and instead of asking what the hell I was doing, she politely introduced me to her boyfriend.

“This is Alex”

“Hi Alex, ummmm, I don’t normally look like this, it’s just, well, I was getting my hair done” I explained.

He smiled understandingly.

“What are you talking about?” said Kate ”you look fine!”

See photo below. Do you agree with Kate?