A little while ago I was in a restaurant in a city that I know very little about.
I was seated in a booth next to a man who had a huge smile on his face and was trying to explain to me how to take care of my hair.
As I was trying my best to explain, he started yelling, “Your hair!
Oh, your hair!
Get it off!”
It took a while before I could get a response.
Then I saw that he was also wearing a bandanna covering his face.
He started screaming, “Get the bandanna off!
Get the bandannas off!”
I had a sudden urge to reach into my bag and pull out the bandana, but my fingers were stuck in my head and I didn’t have enough time to do that.
When I realized that I was going to have to get out of the booth, I rushed over to him and asked him what was wrong.
He explained that he had a hair problem and he was having a hard time controlling his hair.
“I’ll be okay,” he said, looking at his hair with a smile.
I knew that I had to get help.
I didn, and within minutes I was standing on a street corner with my hair in a bun, holding my hair up with my hands and screaming.
“Get it off!
It’s a head infection!”
I tried to calm him down, but I was still in shock.
I felt that I didn’st have anything to lose by calling for help.
So I asked the police.
They took me to a hospital, and after the doctor examined me, they gave me some pills that I took to help me control my hair for a few days.
It was the best treatment I had seen for a hair infection, and I am so grateful for them for their efforts.
I am grateful to all those who called me, shared their stories, and helped me to understand what was going on with my head.
__________ Now I’m ready to make it back home and have some fresh, healthy hair.