So Justice Exists

 I was driving down National Avenue in rush hour when I got the call from my mom.  I'm not surprised they heard me yell "YES" all down Miller Parkway Road.  I happened to see an alert from Corinne that the jury was in and I thought this wasn't good for Mango Mussolini.  

People kind of dismissed this case as being a nothing burger.  We'll see.  It has been interesting and July 11th is an interesting date since the convention is here on the 15th.  Yay Milwaukee "groan"  That kills me the pandemic hit in 2020 and the Democrats had to do a virtual one.  I know.  How dare we be responsible and not kill anyone with Covid.  Insert eye roll emoji.

It was a day the bully got told he can't get away with his actions.  It was a good day for the humans tired of the bullies.  I am exhausted from mine downstairs but today, his existence doesn't turn me into a puddle of tears.

I had gone to get my hair colored and cover the grey sparkles or powdered sugar on my head today.  I would be ok if I had the grey poking in around the sides but the skunk streak really irritates me and I'm not doing the Rudy Giuliani and have dye streak down my face.  I have a doctor who has such nice grey hair that I'm jealous when I see him.  I think it makes him look younger, he has a kiddish kind of way about him.  No, I look like a cartoon villain with my greys.  

I had a moment with the student where I felt really bad.  It was a little cool outside and I had a sweatshirt on over my T-shirt.  I got asked if I needed to take the hoodie off and I said no, I'm good.  I know air conditioning can be a little cold and it wasn't a big deal.  I know messes can get made so I don't dress up.  Ok, I don't dress up for much of anything these days, but I wasn't attached to the hoodie at all.  When I got my hair washed, she lectured me that next time I should take the hoodie off and it took me by surprise.  She said it really hard to get the color off because the hoodie was bunching it up under the cape she gave me.  I felt like a kid that drew on the wall.  I felt really small and didn't say anything other than I'm sorry.  She apologized when she saw that I got quiet.  My hoodie got a little wet but I didn't think it was anything bad.

I once had a lake of water drench my back when I went to my old salon.  I was wearing a sweater at the time.  I did say something and I got an apology and not a very good job done on drying my back.  It was something with the bowl that she was using with the time.  What happened today was small for water, but apparently she said I made her job harder.

This is the part that conflicted me.  Things went better when she blew dry my hair and was nicer to me.  I didn't know what to do when it came to a tip.  I did tip.  I felt like I had to tip.  I don't know if that was the right thing to do, but I felt kind of like an ashamed child.

I'm not that attached to my hoodie.  I guess it's a good thing I don't have a regular person.  

I look forward to July 11th with Mango Mussolini.  

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