Sloppy Hair Rides Again
Last Sunday I ran out of hair conditioner. Oh, no! My hair is is curly, so it really needs a daily application. What is a wild-haired Cheapskate to do? Especially a big lazy Cheapskate such as myself. Run to the store? No, NO, a THOUSAND TIMES NO! (And I’d just like to say here, that being a Big Lazy is often a Big Help to being a Big Cheapskate. Laying around on the sofa is cheap. Walking around a mall is expensive).
So right away I got on the Internet to see if I could find some homemade alternatives. After some brief searching it seemed as if olive oil was a workable alternative. All the “recipes” called for olive oil plus other ingredients (like essential oils) which of course I don’t have. But I do have olive oil and water. So what the heck, thinks I , I’ll give it a whirl.
I poured 1/3 cup of olive oil into a more-or-less empty bottle of detangler, then filled the rest of the bottle with water. I washed my hair, then spritzed it with my olive oil conditioner. Left it on for a bit, rinsed it, then headed out for a fun day of bowling and tightwaddery.
This turned out to be a Super Exciting Cheap day. On the way to the bowling alley, a hot air balloon landed near our house. Wow! I have never been so close to one before. Those suckers are really huge. Here I am having all the fun of being near a hot air balloon, without having to actually pay for a ride. Which I would never do because I am a big chicken and would be too scared to do it, even if I wasn’t too cheap.
At this point, the hair was more or less dry, but a little flat. Maybe a little crunchy, like a crouton. Not as exuberant as usual. I didn’t care though. I think I did hear someone in the balloon basket wondering why they suddenly wanted a salad at 7:30 in the morning. Hmmmm….my first indication that olive oil hair dressing might , er, need to be re-evaluated. But no matter. I press on the bowling alley.
The bowling alley is hopping. And why not? Bowling is AWESOME. In the lane next to Steve and me is a Dad and Son duo. They are really good, too.
But there is a slight problem. The little kid is such a good bowler he can afford to be a trash-talker. I love this sport of kings, too, but I’m a solid 85-er at best. So every time the kid gets a strike or I get a gutter ball, he looks me straight in the eye, gives me two-thumbs-up and yells at the top of his lungs “SLOPPY HAIR!!! SLOPPY HAIR!!!”. Me being Sloppy Hair.
Wow. You don’t have to hit me over the head with a bowling pin. I get it, Kid. Olive oil hair dressing is a Frugal Fail. But it turned out OK because all my hair fell out, and now I never again have to spend money on shampoo and conditioner.
Heh. Just kidding. Actually I made a beeline for Walmart and bought the darn conditioner. Hair crisis averted.
Sloppy Hair over and out.