Perhaps This Is Why Long Flowing Curls Are Encouraged?


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Sometimes I accidentally stumble on just the right combination. I wake up late, cold and uncreative. So I curl my hair, throw in a fuzzy sweater and simple skirt. Two things I have learned while working in a all-male business:

Men love softness and curls.

Whenever I curl my hair, I get more than my fair share of unwanted attention. I deal with this by ignoring anyone I work with who gives me this attention and simply exploiting the customers who find me attractive. However. Today there was this gentleman from Turkey.

You have to understand, my Mother lived in Turkey for awhile and has warned us of the lechorios tendancies of Turkish men. Well, of all men from the Middle East in general.

It wasn't the greatest combination to begin with. The salesman that hits on me the most and a Turkish man? They walk past my office and the Turk visably leers. The salesman offer to introduce me. He does, as our "beautifully randiant business manager". Wow. Quite the introduciton. (This is, after all, the salesman who mentioned to me this morning that my hair looked SO much better down, rather than harshly pulled back.) I go to shake the Turk's hand, but he clasps mine and starts pulling it towards his lips...

I firmly snatch away. I make polite conversation. Mention my mother lived in Turkey. He nods, smiles hugely and begins chattering away. I cannot really understand what the guy is saying, but nod and smile. I continue mindlessly nodding and smiling, even though he is blatently leering at me, until I here the words "so, you come to Turkey with me? Yes? YES? SHE NODDED, YES!"

Eh. It appears I'll be going to Turkey or I'll be shot for lying.


2 Responses to “Perhaps This Is Why Long Flowing Curls Are Encouraged?”

  1. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    Hm.... did I mention that I need a new car? :)

  2. Anonymous Porkchop 

    Provided you won't try to lick my arm from elbow to shoulder...

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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