More adventures at Target

Here's a huge non-secret: I color my hair. Because I like having dark hair. And white cannot, in any way, be considered dark.

My roots need a little touching up. So I bought the appropriate chemicals to do that.

At the checkout, the (white-haired, older than I am) lady behind the register looked at the box, looked at me, and said You do your hair?

Assuming she was asking if the product was for me, I nodded.

Then she went off I don't use this fake stuff. I let it all go. And when people ask me what I did, I tell them I STOPPED PUTTING THAT FAKE SHIT IN MY HAIR, THAT'S WHAT!

Um, ok. I'm not quite sure what that means for me, because I fully plan on putting that fake shit in my hair. For the next decade at least.

But it SEEMS like she meant it as a bit of a jab; I'm ok with that. I'm not going to derive my self worth from a complete stranger at Target (unless they stop me and tell me I'm beautiful, which would be awesome. Hasn't happened yet, but you never know).

But the funny thing was this. At the end of the transaction, she said I'm writing my name down on the bottom of your receipt. Take the survey at the bottom and let them know about the service you received today. 

Whuck??

Not quite sure we're on the same page, Caroline V.