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Yesterday I was upset, but I also knew it would be funny today, and I was right, it is! I was bleaching out my hair. I do it myself over two days,so my scalp can breathe and heal in between bleach out sessions. This way I won't get head-aches and it's a little more fun. I was going from auburn to light blond, something I've done before. Experience has taught me that there will be an in-between stage when my hair will look like an astro-gatorade, and the roots will be white, with a funny day-glo orangey yellow, darkening out to the tips of the my sort cut hair.

I got cabin-fever, and I decided that since I was just waiting for my hair and scalp to settle down, why don't I go out to the casino and lose a couple bucks. I am also prone to headaches from bright lights, and since I had been working on the computer, I wore my dark prescription glasses.
I didn't want to wear a hat, too hot, so I put on one of my daughter's light weight sweaters with a hood. I didn't think twice about it. I took off on a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon, opening my moon-roof to let my hair "air out".
Needless to say, once I arrived in the parking lot, I put up the hood again, and closed my roof, etc. I walked in, donning the shades because casinos have a glare from the video slots, which is the only thing I play, a penny at a time,but I wanted to protect my eyes from glare. As we know, I had the hood up to cover my funny hair.
Within ten minutes, a uniformed officer approached me, and asked me to please remove my hood. I said "no". I explained I had just bleached my hair, and I would die first.
He said, it was a security issue, and the cameras couldn't see my face. "I get it, you think I'm going to rob you?" Silence. I pulled out my ticket for $15.05, and went to cash it out. He escorted me. Everyone got really quiet when we showed up together. I cashed it out, and put the nickel in the jar for a tip. Stupid I know...
I said, "are you going to escort me out", and he said "yes mam". Fine, great, now I was getting totally embarrassed...I was upset and complained to the guy who drove me to my car in the shuttle. He asked me if other casinos let me wear a hood and glasses. "How would I know?" I replied.
I got home somewhat ruffled, and called my daughter, age 26. She burst out laughing and said I was wearing the unibomber outfit. "I was?"

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