Stop me if you've heard this one before- A girl walks into a hair salon, deciding that since she is headed to Europe for the first time ever in her life she is in dire need of a little make over, in which she will be returning her currently blonde locks into some shiny strawberry blonde ones.
Four hours later and with her purse considerably a little lighter, she leaves the salon (supposedly one of the better salons in NZ) looking like an Oompa-Loompa's cousin with bright pastel orange hair. Deciding to head to a bar for a drink to drown out her sorrows, the girl is greeted by the waitress who feeling the need to say something, manages in a feeble voice "Oh I love your hair... it's different".
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives...

