Spring Fever II
The whole way to work this morning, I had a forgotten velcro roller secured to the back of my head. This was brought to my attention when the gentleman behind me bumped my head while unfolding his newspaper. "That felt strange," I thought. As though I do this every morning, I unrolled it, brushed my hair out with my fingers, and popped the roller in my purse. Inside, though, I was dying of embarrassment.
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