My sister, Rosemarie, had read about a new beauty rinse for
after shampooing your heair. She was
eager to try it, and she talked me into it.
“You must be kidding,” I said. “I heard of lemon rinses or vinegar, but
beer?”
“Sure. It’s especially
beneficial.”
Very soon after that, she sneaked into the kitchen to sneak
some bottles away from my stepfather’s stash.
“What are you girls doing in the bathroom for such a long
time?” My mother knocked at the bathroom door.
“Oh, we’re just doing our hair, Mom!” we shouted back,
pouting more beer over our heads and licking the liquid that had spilled over
our faces away with our tongues.
“Did you bring the hair curlers with you?” I asked
Rosemarie, wobbling on my feet a little.
I felt kind of dizzy and the beer smell coming from my hair was really
strong now.
After I rolled up my hair in rollers, I turned on the
hand-held hairdryer and blew the warm air right over my head. My dizziness grew worse, and I felt kind of
tipsy.
My sister seemed to get infected, too, by this special hair
rinse and started to giggle.
My hair was dry by then, and I tried to take the curlers out
of my hair. But my fingers were all of a
sudden very clumsy.
I touched my hairdo, but it was hard as a board. I couldn’t even comb it out with a come, but
the cork-screw curls sprang back like wires.
I cried. I looked horrible.
“Are you sure you read right that this beer rinse was good
for your hair?” I wailed, pulling on the hard locks.
“Well, maybe we should have followed the beer rinse with
more warm water rinses,” my sister admitted.
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