Taking It Just A Hair Too Far

(This happened when I was eleven and at a shopping mall. I am sitting outside the restroom waiting for my friends to come out of the bathroom. A lady comes out of the nearby salon and comes over to me.)

Lady: “Oh what pretty black hair you have!”

Me: “Oh, uh, thanks, but actually it’s brown. It’s just wet right now.”

Lady: “Oh, why didn’t you dry it?”

Me: “My hairdryer’s broken.”

Lady: “Oh!”

(She grabs my wrist and drags me into the salon.)

Me: “Let go of me!”

(She continues holding my wrist and grabs a hairdryer.)

Worker: “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but, weren’t you just here? And, uh, what are you doing?”

Lady: “She has dripping wet hair!” *turns hairdryer on*

(She finally lets go of my wrist and puts the dryer down.)

Me: “You’re insane!”

(I run to my friends, who are waiting outside, laughing.)

Lady: “I was just trying to help!”