wherein Liz's hairbrush bites the dust
Dec. 10th, 2009 07:15 pmAbout an hour after I got to work, I went into the back room to do cash-up. (This is when we count all the money in the register drawers, prep the drawers for the next shift, make sure the cigarette and lottery inventory sheets agree with the cash register tapes, and write up a deposit slip for the cash -- taking it to the bank is a separate task.)
Anyway, my hair was very messy and falling out of its ponytail, because static and my scarf disarray it while I walk to work and I had not previously had a chance to fix it. So I thought, "Before I sit down to do cash-up, I will fix my hair." I pulled out my hairbrush, ran it through my hair a couple times...
And the brush snapped in half.
Not the handle. The brush. Bristles everywhere.
...
Well, it was almost ten years old; I suppose I should be surprised it lasted this long rather than surprised it finally fell apart. Still. I am not looking forward to buying a new brush. I liked my brush, and I rather doubt I will find another one that's equally good, with bristles just the right mix of strong and yet not prickly. *sigh*
*adds to list of Friday errands*
Anyway, my hair was very messy and falling out of its ponytail, because static and my scarf disarray it while I walk to work and I had not previously had a chance to fix it. So I thought, "Before I sit down to do cash-up, I will fix my hair." I pulled out my hairbrush, ran it through my hair a couple times...
And the brush snapped in half.
Not the handle. The brush. Bristles everywhere.
...
Well, it was almost ten years old; I suppose I should be surprised it lasted this long rather than surprised it finally fell apart. Still. I am not looking forward to buying a new brush. I liked my brush, and I rather doubt I will find another one that's equally good, with bristles just the right mix of strong and yet not prickly. *sigh*
*adds to list of Friday errands*