Almost everyone has gotten gum in their hair at one point or another. I made a very vulgar typo in that last sentence. I won't tell you what it was, but it changed the tone of this entry pretty significantly.
ANYWAY. For most people, that experience comes pretty early in life, before we realize what a fucking pain in the ass it is to get it out. Or it comes at the hand of some asshole who thought it would be funny to make your mom huddle over your head for seven hours with a chunk of ice, freezing the gum out sliver by sliver.
I had that experience. I was about six or seven, and I remember it clearly. I was playing with a friend, and to goof off, I spit my gum at her. I missed on purpose, but some saliva landed on her. She spit back, and her gum landed right in my hair. I couldn't type at the time, and the internet hadn't yet been invented, but even then I was like OMG DUDE WTF WAS THAT?!
And then my mom had to huddle over my head for seven hours with a chunk of ice, freezing the gum out sliver by sliver. It was horrible for me because I was a twitchy little kid and I had to sit still that entire time, or risk yanking out a big chunk of hair. And if I had one quality in greater degree than twitchiness, it was tender-headed-ness.
Fast forward 15 years (holy shit) to today, and just now, I bent over the trash can to spit out my gum, and my hair (which is getting pretty long these days) hung around my face. Just as I was about to spit the gum out, the hair tickled my face and I tried to swoosh the hair away from my face and spit at the same time. And you know the rest.
Thank god I already have a bunch of layers cut into this style, 'cause I just cut it straight out. With a pair of sewing scissors. I ain't got no seven hour ice cubes.
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