“Have you considered putting your hair in dreads?” the hair stylist’s assistant asked. “Your hair is made for dreads.”
“If I walk into a classroom wearing dreads, students will think I’m mocking them,” I said.
“She’s a professional,” the stylist explained to the assistant. “She doesn’t have a dread-type job.”
P.S. Does anybody know why every single contact I have with the outside world is so hilarious? I’m not looking for comedy. It just happens around me.

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