Finding a locktician
My OH was aware that I had come up with a new life saving plan for my hair. I was going to lock it! Yay!
He really welcomed the idea.
He had worn his locks for the past 8years and was quite keen to have a partner in crime.
I always thought he was a boring guy with it though.
He only either spread the locks on his shoulders or he packed it in a bun.
Anyway, he decided to help look for a suitable person to lock my hair.
One day he came home and handed me a card
“Sweetheart, I don find who go help you do this your hair”.
Well, he ran into a lady at the fuel station. she was handing out her complimentary cards to people.
A locktician she was…
“Make sure say you call am to book the appointment o!”, he warned because he knew that I was the queen of procrastination.
“Yeah, yeah”, I replied collecting the card from him.
Sister locks specialist…. it read.
Hmmm… which one is this again?
Please… please… I beg!
I wanted dread locks not sister or brother locks.
The tomboy in me hated the sister locks straight away.
“I bet it would be too subtle and girly girly”, I said
“Look at this begger who has a choice”, John said.
“Stupid girl! Don’t talk yourself out of calling her now!”, he added mockingly
We laughed and I tucked the card away somewhere.
3 days later passed…
“Have you made the appointment?”
“Erm…no …”, I said, “I have been too busy”.
“Seriously? Too busy to make a call?” he asked looking surprised.
“Ok let me call her now”, I retorted feeling irritated. Talk about pest!