I saw a woman with great braided hair. Since I've been going to Burning Man, I've wanted to go with my hair in braids. Less muss, no fuss, ya know? So I started to walk up to her. I was going to ask her where she got it done because I, too, wanted braids. I envisioned myself with a crown of long, thick tendrils dangling from my head. Alas, before I took my second step, I realized that I no longer had hair to braid.
Very odd. Quite odd.
I should have asked her anyway. It would have been a funny convo.