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Hair Disaster Stories

Updated on November 20, 2010

I conducted an informal poll amongst my friends and asked them to give me their worst hair disaster stories. I was surprised, shocked and amused at the resulting stories. The two stories that I'm going to feature here are entirely true. (and funny!) The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. I tell you these not just to make you laugh, but to serve as a warning.

Supermarket Snafu

When my oldest daughter was two years old, we were out grocery shopping. Anyone who has ever attempted to go grocery shopping with a toddler can attest that this was not a fun outing for me. She was restless and cranky, and was frustrated by the fact that she could not eat everything she saw on the store shelves.

By the time we got to the checkout counter, she was fed up with the whole experience. She started to scream at the top of her lungs, "Mommy I want go home! Mommy home!" Totally embarassed by the scene she was making and the glares I was getting from the other shoppers, I started digging around in my purse to find a toy, some keys---anything to get her attention. Then, just as soon as it started, the crying stopped.

Then I realized why.

Much to my horror, my daughter had reached up and pulled one of my cheap, poorly glued in weave tracks from my head and was playing with it! Now all eyes were still on me, but for a different reason! Several of the shoppers were turning their heads to laugh at my misfortune. It was the last time I ever showed my face in that supermarket again.


Ha ha Lana. That's bad. Your first mistake was the bad weave. Second mistake---bad application with a weave adhesive that was not strong enough to hold your style. You should have tried a brush on super strength adhesive instead of that gloppy cheap stuff they sell at the corner store. I bet you won't make that mistake again.

The Tale of The Flying Ponytail

It was the summer of 2003 and I had just discovered a new beauty supply store in my neighborhood. I was amazed at the prices of everything, and I quickly developed an addiction to their $4.99 drawstring ponytails. To use the drawstring ponytail, you pull your own hair into a bun and attach the ponytail by tightening a string. It's not a very tight fit, but it seems to hold okay on its own. Or so I thought.

I was rocking my long straight ponytail on that Friday evening as I was on my way home from work. The subway platform was packed, and just as I was coming down the stairs, I saw my train arriving. I darted down the stairs and squeezed in through the doors just as they were closing. I had made it! There were no seats, so I took a spot near the rear of the train car. Just then I saw this little old lady running toward me, holding something in her hand. She yelled "Miss, you forgot something!"

To my horror, she was holding my ponytail in her hand. I took it and thanked her, and tried not to make eye contact with anyone until I decided to make a quick exit at the next stop. Just as I stepped off the train, I heard the whole car roar with laughter. No more cheap drawstring ponytails for me.


Oh my goodness Shelley, how embarrassing! Next time try a real clip on ponytail. They have strong interlocking clips that grip your hair, making it almost impossible for them to fall off. Get a 100% human hair one, it'll last longer.

Well readers, that's all for today. Tune in for my next installment of embarrassing hair stories. If you have one to share, send me a message and I'll feature it here in my hub.


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