Mi Pelo II
Imagine my surprise, however, when the other day an older lady on the bus in Zihuatanejo began molesting my twists as if they were her long lost lover. She didn't touch them gingerly or lightly. Oh no! Miss Señora slid her fingers all up and through to my scalp. "¿Es naturel?" she asked as if she finally remembered the hair belonged to someone. "Si," I politely responded with a pasted-on smile. She got her feel on a few moments more and I breathed a sigh of relief. Lo & behold, she couldn't help herself and began the molestation all over again. "¡Bonita!" she turned and said to her friends. "¡Bonita!" she said to me. "Gracias," I graciously responded.
I really didn't know what else to do. I couldn't swat someone's grandma away. I was pleased that she appreciated hair that isn't always embraced. How often would she see it sitting on a bus in tiny Zihua? Still, the nerve! She finally got her fill & stopped for good. I went back to taking pictures and enjoying the sites along the way, but tensed with the thought that she may begin assaulting my tresses once more.
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