No one ever says this, but the worst part about being abducted by four masked men is the blatant disregard that they show for your hair. I felt I was polite when I asked them to please handle me by either the shoulders or torso, but one of the scoundrels grabbed a fistful of my brunette locks when shoving me into the back of the van, something I found exceedingly rude. By the time that they slid a tight-fitting sack over my head and our vehicle sped off, I was confident that this would turn out to be a terrible hair day indeed. I considered for a moment that this was a late surprise birthday party from some of the boys back at the office. I had aged another year almost three weeks prior and not a soul had seen fit to mention it.
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