Close Call!

A few weeks ago I had made an appt at a hair salon to get some corn rows done.

So today I go all excited and when I get to the salon the woman puts a smock and towel on me and all that, which I wasn't really sure why, b/c I'm just getting braids. WHY do I need to wear a smock?
I see a woman mixing together what looks like stuff that you would use when you get a color put in your hair. Hmmm, that's not for me so whatever.

I see my hair girl put a brush in the goo and go to put it on my hair. Whoa whoa whoa. WHAT is that I said??
Of course she doesn't know what I'm saying. There's me pointing at the brush with a confused look on my face and she doesn't know what the hell I'm talking about.
I'm saying braids, braids.

Predicting that something like this might happen, I brought my camera along with me so I could show them a picture of my hair when they were in braids before.

Ohhhhhh she said. braid-uhhh. Not BLEACH! they thought that I had wanted to bleach my hair. Yes, braids and bleach sound so much alike.

The worst part is that I only wanted braids for the front half of my head so I could have walked out of there with having only the front part of my hair bleached!

Hellooooo!!!!??????!??!?!

3 more days till Canada 3 more days till Canada!

Sooooo the lady made a phone call and then was nice enough to walk me over to a different salon that actually does braids and stuff.
Turns out the lady who did my hair did a wicked awesome job and I will go back to her from now on.

close one!