Rollerback Girl

Another embarrassing moment. After this morning’s show, I grabbed my beautiful, Freda’s black and white coat from the coat rack and noticed that there on the back, glaring like a neon sign against the dead of night, was a pink velcro roller.

Instantly the mind scrambles back. Who could have seen me? The only likely witnesses to my hitchhiker would have been the security guards at The Toronto Sun, the security guard at the Rogers Campus and maybe a colleague or two as I walked briskly in this morning at 3:45.

It’s a far cry from tucking one’s skirt into one’s pantyhose, but it’s embarrassing nonetheless. And my secret is out. I sometimes have early morning hair wings that require a little spray-and-roll procedure. I can’t even recall doing such a repair job this morning but I must have done. My little pink cargo somehow worked its way out of my hair and down my back. Fortunately, it only took a short ride before I found it.