Anyway, so there I was, wondering if I should just grab a pair of scissors and be done with it, when I had a flashback.
Remember those souvenir combs that you were given on picture day at school? I was sitting in art class, and started innocently combing my hair. Then I collected a large chunk of my long hair, and started wrapping it around the comb, right up to the top of my head.
How was I supposed to know that it would get stuck?
I had to go to nurse's office. She tried fruitlessly to cut the individual teeth off the comb with scissors. Eventually the big guns were called in. My mom. Who called her hair stylist. Who advised purchasing a big bottle of hair conditioner. And so the comb came out, the knot untangled. And that was that.
Luckily I had already had my picture taken.
