Bad Hair Day

Looking in the mirror, I groaned. The front of my hair was sticking up straight. Gel. That would fix it, I thought. But gel only made it worse. Hmmm. How about hairspray? No, that only made it sticky.

“Tyler, five minutes ‘til we leave for school.”

“Okay, Mom,” I mumbled. “I just need some help on my hair.”

“Did you try some gel?”

“Yes.”

“Well, do the best you can. I’m putting your little sister in the car seat and then we have to leave. Okay?”

Suddenly, I had an idea. What if I put my head under water and used the hairdryer real quick? That was sure to help.

I dunked my head in the sink and came up dripping. Minutes later, with blow dryer in hand, the image in the mirror was not pretty. In fact, it was worse than the gel or hair spray. It was sticking up straight in all directions.

“Tyler, let’s go, or you’ll be late for school.”

“Oh my gosh.” My hair looked like a cyclone had hit it or maybe a tornado. What could I do?

As I headed for the door, I noticed my baseball cap. That was it. I grabbed it, pulled it on tight, almost to my ears, and headed out the door.

“No luck with your hair?” Mom said with a glint in her eye. “Why don’t you start a new trend?

You could call it ‘The Tyler Tussled Look.’”

“Thanks a lot, Mom,” I said as I slid into the car and fastened my seat belt. “I am sure it will be a big hit with all my friends.” As Mom pulled up in front of the school, I opened the door to get out. As I was shutting it, Mom winked and said, “Good luck with your new trend.”