MzMari3

So I’m guessing that the title has made your curious about what this blog for the day will be about. Well let’s start by saying that I am not a stripper lol. This is more of a funny story.

Well because this is my year of 30, I have decided to do some things for my birthday. If you follow me on instagram, you will be able to keep up with my journey.

Well part of this birthday celebration included getting my hair done. A group of my friends and I have a group chat. The other day we were trying to figure out what kind of hair style we were all going to have for our trip to Curacao next week. We didn’t want to show up looking the same. In my opinion, that kinda wack. It’s cute when we all have the same shirt, but not the same hairstyles. We too old for all of that.

Well I told my friends the hairstyle I chose for the trip. On the way to get my hair braided,  I realized I did not have any cash on me. I know,  I know, do not judge me! I did not have time to go to the bank!

Well I asked a “special” person for some cash. I will not say who it is because I know that this will probably happen again due to putting “him” out there. But we all know who I’m talking about!

Let’s just say, I got more than I bargained for! He gave me all my money in ones!!!!! So now I’m embarrassed. I have this huge wad of cash sitting in my purse because all that cash isn’t going to fit in my wallet. I felt like I needed one of those silver briefcase so that when I finished getting my hair, I could set the briefcase on the table and open it and show her all the cash. Sorry, I watch too many movies!The time comes where I have to pay the lady. There is now another lady who is behind me waiting to get her hair done after me. Boy did she serve me all the judgmental looks. She looked like she was a devoted head deaconess at Wakanda Missionary SDA Church. She had that mother of the church look as if she wanted to come and hug me and tell me everything will be ok once I leave that devil’s job. But that was after she judged my whole life. I know she was talking bout me when I left. I was extremely embarrassed.

Just imagine, being next in the stylist seat. But now you have to wait on the girl in front of you count all her ones. Then of course to make it worse (but I don’t blame her), the lady wants to make sure I am not cheating her so she counts it herself. Then she saw a dollar that was ripped. She was not feeling that. She was like she needs another dollar bill. It was all bad!!!

Let’s just say, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me! NEVER AGAIN I SAY!, NEVER AGAIN.

All in all, I ain’t gonna lie, it was quite funny. But I know what’s up next time.

-Mz.MAri3

#yearof30

#30for30