I went to the hair stylist today to get a little trim. The lady is so nice, and we always have the most interesting conversations. Today's conversation was particularly interesting. It started off with me saying I only wanted an inch or two cut off.
"You and me are a lot alike," she responded. "We need long hair, because we're really feminine, and it just wouldn't be right to have short hair."
I nodded in agreement.
She continued. "I remember when my mom chopped off all my hair. I was devastated. Permanently. I still haven't recovered."
"Wow. That must've been really traumatic," I said.
I told her about when my mom chopped my hair off when I was six, because it had so many knots, and she couldn't get it all untangled when the school bus showed up in front of the house. She just chopped it all off, so I looked like a boy. That was a very bad day!
The hair stylist nodded in sympathy. She then explained how to get knots out without chopping off your hair. Then she added something else. "Do you know how to get gum out of hair?"
I shook my head. "How?"
I figured this would be good. "How does peanut butter get gum out?"
"You put it in your hair, and you let your dog chew on it. The dog will work on it, and pretty soon the gum will come out."
I tried not to laugh. "Do you have personal experience with this method?"
She nodded. "I did it on my daughter, and worked perfectly."
So ladies and gentleman, this is expert advice from a hair stylist. To get gum out, all you need is peanut butter and a dog (probably a small one rather than a giant German Shepherd)!