Last night after spin class I took myself to a movie (a nice British period drama called Far From the Madding Crowd... I loved it, obviously!). After getting myself settled in, the man sitting behind me sighed, stood up, and said to his friend, "Her hair is too big I have to move". Now I know I am prone to hyperbole especially for a joke, but this is not a joke this ACTUALLY happened, y'all.
Now at first I was a little offended... as my Aunt Dolly says I did NOT need that kind of negativity in my life... but then I thought about.
My hair was so big that it made a person stand up and change seats in a movie theater.
That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. In fact, I'm pretty sure he made my week. I think there's even a possibility that my grandmother could forgive my going out in public after spin class "without my face on" if she knew that my hair game was so on point. Because it's just like she's always taught me:
"The higher the hair, the closer to God."
And all God's people said, Amen.
With Grace and Good Humor,