(this is my 100th post...who knew when I began 1 year ago, that I'd have 100 things to say. Thanks to those of you who stop by here, and truly make it fun for me to write). I have great hair. No, really, just ask anyone who knows me...they'll tell you:
"Cruisin has great hair".
The main reason my husband married me was because I had great hair. (he tries to tell me it was for my superior intellect, but I know better).
Now, I can't take credit for this...my father had great hair, and my father's mother had great hair. (and by great, I mean...lot's of it). It's simple genetics, and that is that.
Through the years, I've had people ask me where I get my haircut...no big whoop.
But last week I think I experienced the ultimate in the age of technology.
Upon having just had my hair cut (and colored...gotta keep the gray at bay), I decided to do a little shopping at a local Mervyn's. I was wandering around the store, with my usual dazed and confused look, when suddenly I was approached by a woman around my age.
Not unlike many strangers have stated to me in the past, this woman wanted me to know what a great haircut I had.
She then proceeded to ask me where and who cuts it. She vigilantly took down the information. She wanted my name, so she'd be able to tell my hairdresser whose hair she'd like hers to look like.
But she started to think (aloud, mind you, as if I'd really care), that perhaps she didn't want to insult her own hairdresser, by leaving and trying someone new, and having to explain to her own hairdresser why she had opted to go somewhere else.
So, she and her friend decided that it was best to snap a picture of me so she could show her own hairdresser how to cut her hair.
Out came the camera-phone.
What could I say? I mean, this was my shining moment...the moment I could truly help another human being.
After all, if I could help this woman's self esteem by simply showing her the way to better hair...why, I would have accomplished a mitzvah, a good deed. And during the holiday season...this is the time to give of oneself, no?
I had no choice but to agree to her request. She took a picture of me from the front. Then she asked me to turn around, so she could represent my backside as well. And, let' s not forget about the side view.
So there you have it. Who knew that my greatest assest, my hair, would someday enrich the life of just one woman. And if this woman feels better about herself when she receives her new haircut, who knows what she will go on to achieve...a "pay it forward" moment, if you will.
Now, if this heartwarming story about a little camera phone doesn't explain the far reaching effects of technology on the human condition...well, then I don't know what will.
And, in that moment, I knew I could return to my shopping, with the knowledge that I had behaved in the true spirit of the holiday season.
12 comments:
didnt they have a hollywood movie about hair?something like give me hair down to there hair hair there shorter lingth or longer hair. here momma there momma shoulder lingth or longer hair?ha ha.yes you did a good deed.it is hard to find a good hair person.I found one who was a dream.she told me she and her husband wanted to get a house.so I told her I would agree with her in prayer for a home for her.well a year went by and I went in one day and she was in her new home.then she said would you pray that we can have a baby we been trying for years.so I went home and prayed and had my kids do the same.well one year later she said she was exspecting.well I went in after she had the baby and she said she woundn,t be cuting hair anymore cause she wanted to stay home with the baby.to this I say "don,t pray for your hair stylest to have a baby or you will end up with long hair!aint found a good stylest since.so I have hair down to my butt.and on a old lady it does nothing.keep the posts coming.I don,t know how many posts I have never even thought about it.
CM: Another entry for the blog history books. Great story...but of course, let's get to the ROOT of it: YOUR GREAT HAIR. Did you turn SHADES of red when she asked you to pose?
"But she started to think (aloud, mind you, as if I'd really care), that perhaps she didn't want to insult her own hairdresser, by leaving and trying someone new, and having to explain to her own hairdresser why she had opted to go somewhere else."
You do know that the above is lifted from a classic Seinfeld episode with Jerry getting his hair cut somewhere else, and his regular barber recognizing that fact and threatened by it.
I admit, I am very guilty of always stopping women and asking the usual questions - where do you get your hair cut, who cuts its, what's your name, etc, but what a fabulous idea to snap a picture. There is someone I just spoke to today about her hair, and I must remember to carry around my phone just in case I run into her at school again.
Hmm... would be interesting to see the final result- did you get her name and number? That would be cool...
It's the little things in life that can give so much joy, c-m... like our hair... congrats on your 100th post!
You are such an inspiration...
Love the story! And congrats on 100 posts!
Cxx
Crusin Mom, I just returned home from a great women's midrash course that I attend every week. The topic we are studying now is Uncovering the Mitzva of Haircovering. One of the sources that we reviewed was Song of Songs and a commentary on it. Did you know because "your hair is as a flock of goats", that a married woman's hair is an erotic stimulus?
Who knew (besides torah scholars and the sages) that us women were so blessed and lucky to have our hair compared to goats. Makes you wonder what those men were really in to, if they found their goats to be so damn attractive. : )
They got your name and a picture of you?!? Now, I'll be the first to testify, having met you in person, that you do indeed have great hair. But this sounds like some kind of identity theft scam in which hundreds of fake California drivers licenses are now circulating with your name and picture and being carried by various underage drinkers, unlicensed drivers, and undocumented workers.
dear G-d...in my next life can i please have fat hair and thin thighs??? great post...shabbat shalom :)))
Leann:"don,t pray for your hair stylest to have a baby or you will end up with long hair!" that's hysterical, and so true!
T.P.: I think my life may be a series of Seinfeld episodes.
S.T.: I knew that phone camera would come in handy for something one day.
RCJ: didn't get her number, should have though.
P.T.: LOLOLOL
Claire: thanks!
S.T.: very interesting...I guess you could say a woman's hair is BAAAH-utiful (sorry...ooops, it's a sheep that says baah, right?)
Mia: shoes are almost as important as hair.
doc: oy, maybe that explains how my picture made it onto that billboard on Sunset Blvd.
MBM: lololol...fat hair and thin thighs...love it! don't we all wish :)
Now THAT is a good hair day!!!
kasamba: LOL...you crack me up!
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