Some frequent readers will remember my now not-so-recent haircut. After two comments people independently made on the very day I was trying to decide about growing it out, I decided to keep it that way. Right now, it’s kind of long and shaggy, but boy am I glad I didn’t cut it yet.
We went to my grandmother’s apartment, the grand family meeting place, today to visit a relative who’d just flown in. Halfway through the trip, I sat on the sofa behind the window. Then I ran my fingers through my hair. (No, that’s not the cause of the limp shagginess, though it’s probably not helping much.) To check, I did it again.
“Hey, my hair is wet!”
“It was raining out before.” I hadn’t been out in three hours. Not to mention that it was only the last half inch of my hair finely speckled with mist.
I turned around to check if maybe the window had been left open. I found a four inch diameter puddle of water on the windowsill– and the window was shut. My parents came to check. To make a long story short, a wet windowsill is a small problem when the entire back wall is sopping.
As much as this sounds like an unlikely way to find the issue, the chances of it being found any other way were even smaller. Thank you G-d, for long limp hair!