I got a red-eye flight home yesterday. The guy two seats over from me managed to spill his entire drink across his neighbor and me. I spilled my drink two flights ago, but I was considerate enough to spill it on myself.
I get home at 9am. I need to be at work in a few hours. I have time to sleep or shower. Not both. Sleep wins.
I wasn’t even considering a shower. I just said that so you would think I think bathing is somewhat important.
I pile my hair into a bun and head to work. A regular remarks,
“Whoa hair. You look like Nefertiti.”
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Your hair looks good. Nefertiti’s hair looks like an upside down trash can.”
“Yours looks better than that.”