"I was in the lounge reading during my lunch break...and suddenly couldn't remember if it was Thursday or Friday," I admit, twirling a telling strand of ash-toned hair.
My friend looks to my flaxen mane, compliments of Jean down at Genesis Hair and Day Spa , and surmises, "You may have more fun, but you also have more idiocy." I remain silent as I decide that maybe I should keep things like forgetting what day it is to myself. My friend walks by my desk with a flip of her highlighted ginger locks, throwing over her shoulder, "I'm only a streaky idiot."
My dander good and up, I toss back over the row of cubicles, "Yeah!? Well at least I'm consistent!"
So there.
