I went to pick up Ann after her dyslexia class yesterday. All the teachers bring the students out into a small lobby area and all the parents wait in there to pick them up.
When Ann’s teacher, a sweet black lady about my age (exceptionally young, ahem) came out, I noticed she had a new hair cut. It looked very nice on her and what woman does not want her new hair style to be noticed and appreciated?
Um, the kind wearing a wig.
Yes, yes I did.
I walked right up to her and said “Hay, new hair! I like it.” Not “What a lovely hair cut you have.” Or “very nice new hair style.” No, I said ‘New hair.’ Because I have a possibly fatal case of Foot in Mouth Disease.
I have to say that I didn’t know she was wearing a wig. Really, I promise. Ann pointed it out to me on the way home.
When she told me I replayed the conversation in my head and realized why Ann’s teacher seemed less than pleased for me to comment on her new hair in a room full of people.
I should not be let out in public without supervision.