DUMBER BLONDE

DUMBER BLONDE

By: Carole Blake

About thirteen years ago I wrote an article – which was published in a local paper – titled “Dumb Blonde”. It was basically the story of how I went to a nearby salon to have my (blonde) hair colored and found out that the owner/colorist had just won 13.5 million dollars in the lottery! And why did this make me a dumb blonde? Because as I was leaving the store, I reached into my pocketbook and, yes, as I always did…I tipped her!

So now…I’m thirteen years older (great at math…right?), and still blonde…and still dumb! Here’s what happened earlier this week. On Wednesday I had a manicure at my local nail salon. I had hung up my warm down-filled black jacket (It’s been like 2 degrees here in the New York area!) on the coat rack and enjoyed having my nails done and the wonderful arm massage the manicurist gave me. A bit later, when my polish had dried, I gently put on my jacket and drove home. I cooked a yummy dinner, and my husband and I had a great evening together.

It so happened that a few days before this I had discovered that I had an unused gift certificate to a beauty salon for a free facial! So I had made an appointment for Thursday around noon. I was thrilled to be having a “Beauty Week”! At 11:30 I reached for my pocketbook and my jacket, ready to drive to the beauty parlor when I suddenly realized “THIS WAS NOT MY JACKET!!!” My jacket did NOT have a fur lining around the hood…and THIS jacket – the one on my kitchen chair right now – belonged to somebody else! I immediately realized that I must have taken the wrong jacket when I was at the nail salon the day before. I called there, and sure enough…they said “YES! You took the wrong coat…and we have yours here!” I told them that I’d come by in about an hour (after my ‘gift-facial’). And by the way…that facial was amazing! They wrapped me in a terry cloth towel; they had me remove my necklace so they could rub the wonderful cream not only my face…but my shoulders and neck as well.

When the facial was (sadly) over, I changed back into my clothes and headed for the nail salon to pick up my jacket, and sure enough, they had it right there waiting for me! I thanked them profusely and headed home.

Just as I was about to turn into my driveway, my phone rang in my car. Here’s how THAT went: Me: “Hello?” Her: “Hi, is this Carole?” Me: “Yes, this is Carole! Who is this?” Her: “We’re calling from the beauty salon. You left your necklace here!” As the kids say…OMG! And so I turned around and drove all the way back to pick up my necklace!

And so…THAT’S why I’m a DUMBER BLONDE!!! I can only imagine what will happen as I grow even older. I guess I’ll just call it “DUMBEST BLONDE”!

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