It had to happen

In the Winter I often wear my coat hood up, when outside. The wind can be an alopecians worst nightmare. A suprise wind gust can really tear your wig off. It has never happened to me, but I guess its one of those fears us wig wearers have.

As a result, I also only buy coats with hoods attached. I never want to put myself in a situation where I am too afraid to go outside because of the wind.

So on this particular blustery day, like clockwork, I put on my hood as I left the building. So far so good. As I arrived, with my colleague, at our destination, I took down my coat hood.

It was then it happened.

As I pulled it down, I grabbed too much, and the wig came off too.

I felt the cold immediately and knew what had happened.

I was naked in the middle of a busy restaurant. Bald and exposed.

There was not much for it, I turned around, heading to a corner, pulled my hood back up and fixed the goddamn thing back on.

Within seconds I was back with my colleague, all smiles.

Did she notice? Probably. Did she care? Probably not? Was I bothered? A little.
Am I glad it happened? Absolutely.

It was one of those alopecian experiences, that just had to happen.

It was always going to and there was a good place.