Today is a bad weather day in the city.(rain + wind = bad hair)
I take this opportunity to braid (id est. plait) my hair like Laura Ingalls Wilder (1867-1957) of Little House on the Prairie, etc.
When my hair is braided (id est. plaited) I notice strange treatment.
One specific interaction:
Stranger enters office, approaches cube and says, "Where is the restroom?"
I give my standard answer, "Down the hall, take a left at the second exit sign, take another left when it feels right to do so, eventually you will left yourself it."
Stranger: "Why thank you, little girl."
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