Slice of Pink: Hazard a Guess

November 10, 2007

Hazard a Guess

Let's say, hypothetically, that the weatherman says that it is not going to rain. Cloudy, he says, but no rain.

Let's say you put on an expensive pair of jeans and a cute top and, I don't know, some open-toed wedge shoes.

Let's say you ride your bike downtown for a haircut and on the way you feel a couple sprinkles of water but you think, nah, the weatherman said no rain.

Let's say you go to a new salon where a stylist washes your hair with some Bumble and Bumble products and then spends an hour sculpting your hair into an Ellen Barkin a la Ocean's 13 cut with some fancy razor scissors.

Let's say, your hair? It looks good.

Let's say, the weatherman? Got. It. Wrong.

So, hypothetically, you walk across the street to Peet's and have a coffee. And maybe a gingerbread bread. And you wait. Because, it can't rain all day, right? The weatherman said no rain. So you wait some more. You wait until you decide, forget it, and you ride your bike home in the rain. Wet hair, wet jeans, wet feet.

You figure that eventually, eventually, the rain will let up because the weatherman has to know something, right?

Hypothetically, yes. But actually? No. Bad guess, weatherman, bad guess.

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