Date: 7/24/2018
By Moonstar
In Manhattan again, in the upper West Side. There are a lot of people. I take the bus and sit toward the back with two women. One of them has a baby. I am trying to comb my hair and one of the women says she is a beautician and she starts putting my hair together. Soon the issue of my hair due becomes a bus wide enterprise and everybody is involved. I come out of the bus and go into work where my hair falls off my head (the hair was a wig after all). In order to put the wig back on I have to put it in the microwave. After a few minutes in the microwave the wig explodes.