Rubber band talesIt happened for the second time today at the gym.
As usual, I was running late for my RPM class fondly dubbed by me as the "Cycle your blues away (or at least attempt to) class". I searched frantically through my laptop bagpack, my gym back, overturned all the side pockets, hidden pockets at least three times...and I couldn't find a single rubber band or anything remotely string-like to tie my hair!
Haih. For a moment I seriously considered if I should snip off the waist-ties of my office dress as a hair-tie substitute.
Ah, the woes of having long hair.
The solution? I put on the thickest skin I owned and very nicely and humbly asked another girl whose locker was next to mine if she could spare me a simple rubber band to tie my hair so I wouldn't have to be the crazy girl in the bike class with hair plastered to her back in sweat. She looked surprised, and maybe thought my request was a little strange, but she very nicely obliged. In fact, on the two occasions, (yes, I put on a thick skin on two separate occasions) the girls I asked very nicely obliged.
Hence I conclude, sometimes it pays to not bother what people think and ask for what you need.
Alrighty, that's my annecdote for the day. Time to try to get some sleep.