![](\"http:\/\/images.blogthings.com\/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz\/orange.jpg\")
<\/center>Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.
You pull off “weird” well – hardly anyone notices.<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n
So, you remember Wednesday? A Day of Great Wound-Uppedness? A Day of Biting Off the Heads of Bats?<\/p>\n
I had to call a company to get some rate information to advertise with them. I knew, per Kristin, these people didn’t have email. Because they work out of a cave with a card table and a phone line, I guess. So I’m chattin’ it up & telling him what I want to do (oh, hang on, he made me SPEAK SLOWER, never a good sign.) And at the end, I chirp, “Do you want my email address, do you want to just email that to me?”
Him: “We don’t have email. We’re not in the 21st century yet.”<\/p>\n
And me, I get this flash of a zinger, and because I’m having a helluva day, I SAY IT. This rarely happens, because I try to keep all my Polite Filters in place, but something had jostled loose. <\/p>\n
Me: “Oh! So. Are you calculating my rates with an abacus, too?”
(I hear Kristin start laaaaaaughing and saying something like ‘JENNIFER! YOU DIDNOT JUSTSAYTHAT!’)<\/p>\n
And here’s the gem, because immediately, I felt contrite, even though yes, it was funny, but before I could even apologize for being a bitch, HERE’S HOW HE WON MY HEART:
He said, “Yeah! Can’t you hear the beads sliding in the background?”<\/p>\n
And then we had a big laugh & I thanked him for being a good sport & said he was really funny, and I’d wait for the carrier pigeons to bring me the information (ok, I didn’t, I had already pushed my luck once.)<\/p>\n
OH, and how I was talking on Wednesday about how to set my hair on fire? How fitting is this?<\/p>\n
| Your Hair Should Be Orange<\/b><\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/center> Expressive, deep, and one of a kind. You pull off “weird” well – hardly anyone notices.<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n |