Isn't the spelling of awkward super awkward. I mean, it sounds awkward too. Say it a few times: Awkward, awkward, awkward. It's so.... fitting.
I had some awkward experiences this morning. See, I've decided to stop blow drying my hair. It's had a lot of static lately, and I always thought blow drying made it look thicker. But I skipped blow drying last week, and it actually sort of solved those problems.
So I have this turban towel thing, and I wear it after my shower for a while, because I don't like the feeling of cold wet hair on my back and shoulders [see photo below]. It's so much lighter than wearing a whole towel on my head–much easier on the neck.
This morning, a few minutes after I got out of the shower, John came in to tell me it was snowing and that he wouldn't mind if I gave him a ride to work. I said okay. I had no choice but to leave my turban on. My wet hair would have frozen otherwise!
I got some weird looks from people while I was driving. And we got to John's place of employment a little early. John decided he wanted to sit in the car for a while to give more people a chance to see me in my bright blue turban. Two guys walked past and did triple takes. I can only imagine what they were thinking: "What the heck, a small white girl in an indian turban!?" My face turned bright red and John just laughed.
And then on the way home, everyone stared! Good thing I'll most likely never see any of them again!