I tried. I tried to look away. I just couldn’t. I tried to look at the magazines. The candy. The cookbooklets. Even the National Enquirer. It was no use. It was compelling. Like a bad toupee. I know I was staring.
The girl in front of me in the line at the grocery store was wearing a bumpit. Clearly, the LARGE size bumpit.
Now, if you know me, you know I like me some big hair, but this bumpit thing just goes too far. It is just too weird for me. All I can think of is Jane Curtain. And eggplants.