So, I came from lunch and was walking down the hallway to catch the elevator back to my office when the security in the building I was working in started calling down the hallway yelling “mam, mam, mam”. I did not pay the security no mind at first because I did not think he was talking to me. I stopped to turn around and see who was he screaming down the hallway to stop because that was how loud he was screaming. Well, that mam happened to be me. The security ran up to me and handed me one of my box braids that fell out the back of my head. I was so embarrassed at that moment, but I just had to put that hell no f$&k out of here smile on and say thank you.
I had just gotten my hair done and I went out that same night with a few friends because I was feeling like a new women. The club we went to was really hot and dark. Towards the end of the night I started talking to this guy and While I was giving him my number the lights of the club came on. He looked at me as if he was shocked and said he will be right back because his friend was calling him. Well, long story short I did not wait for him to come back and I decided to leave. When I got in the car and looked in the mirror I looked like I got slapped with a bag of WTF the roots of my hair had shrunk back to it’s natural state, and my eyeliner started to run. The only thing that looked good was my newly installed weave, but it also looked a little half sweated out due to the heat in that club because it started sticking to my face. I laughed at myself when I realized I looked like a hot mess. I guess my friend would have been calling me too