The Tale of The Hair-Straightening Kiosk Man and The Gullable Girl

I bought a $90 straightener today. I didn’t want to. What I wanted to do was rush through the mall to the food court where the restrooms are located, leap wildly through the door hosting a cut-out of the female shape, and fight tooth-and-nail through the long line of women so that I could stop doing the…… Continue reading The Tale of The Hair-Straightening Kiosk Man and The Gullable Girl