Waste of a Great Hair Day

You know those days where it starts out sunny, you take a shower and skip the conditioner and the blow dryer and say, it's alright it can get curly/wavy today, I’m going to have it in a bun for work anyway. Then your ex-girlfriend calls and says she and her new boy are coming over and you think (YAY!) I get to meet him, a person who's making S**** happy. Then you get a call, and she says the girlfriend after you who also happens to be his ex is coming too. Then you find out that both girlfriend-after-you and the new boy are stoner/pot-head skippers on the verge of being expelled, then you tell them you have work soon (which is kinda a lie, you have work in and hour) so you sit and read and go to work and work's okay and then you get out at midnight and roll down the windows and your hair- the one you didn't do anything with this morning- is perfect that nicely volumized but no where near the 80s, straight with just the hint of a wave at the bottom and you think “you picked today?” Your hair picked the day it got covered by a hat, put in a bun, dyed 4 days ago, and steamed with hot water and milk ALL DAY to be perfect? What a WASTE of a GREAT hair day.