I just spent almost a week away from home, attending a conference and visiting with my brother Sean and my sister Kathy. I made some good friends at the conference, saw more rain than I liked and rediscovered my joy in the road. All things reasonable for a granny of a certain age and dignity.
What I did that was apparently outré for said granny, was grab a hunk of hair that kept blowing in my eyes while I was driving, and run a braid down the side of my face. It did the job of keeping my hair out of my eyes and I soon forgot about it as I cranked up the volume of the cool people I had singing on my memory stick.
As is my wont when on a summer road trip, I went into Timmy's to get iced coffee. It was nice in there, but there was a long line-up and I started to feel antsy. I decided to hang in, but soon I could sense the huffiness of someone tsking-tsking behind me, who finally said to her mother, "Isn't that lady too old for braids?"
The mother was mortified, and while I felt sympathetic, I immediately decided to investigate how many other ways I can braid my hair and whether or not it is illegal to share, inadvertently, a cup of iced coffee by way of drizzling it over the head of the sharee.