Have you ever heard the term, “Blue haired old ladies?”I have witnessed an influx of old women with blue hair recently. I don’t know why but for some reason there has been a rather large number coming out from all over the place.
I am like a fat piece of driftwood floating on a sea of blue. Just the other day there was a mother-daughter group, both with blue hair. The youngest looked like she was 100 so there was no telling the age of the woman next to her. What is going on? Today a lady came up to me with the brightest blue hair I have ever seen. It shown with such a veracious tinge that it would have made a smurf look flushed out.
I was ringing her up and I’m pretty sure she was talking to me but I don’t know what about. I was lost in her glowing, tattered mane. It shone with such a blue aura that I was like a moth to a flam, a really blue flame. I don’t understand why they except there blueberry disposition. Do they not know that there head is glowing? If so, why do they keep it? Some mysteries in life will never be solved I guess.
But good for them, those who dye there white tufts the hue of ocean water, in all it could be worse. So those titans of unnaturally bright bouffants, be proud of the lollipop colored mop that sits perched on the precipice that is your skull, throw down your canes and yell at the top of your lungs, "Our hair is loud, we are proud. Mine is blue, how about you. Go ahead and stare, we don't care."
