What is that?!?

Hilarity and embarrassment both at the hands of my boss today at work.

We were going into a meeting and she bent over to look at what appeared to be a magnet on the small office fridge before entering her office. Since I was right behind her, I noticed the gesture, but didn't think two cents about it until after the meeting when she did it again. I went over to the fridge and realized she had actually been looking at something on the floor.

Thin.

Blackish.

Soft.

Hair. By the time I realized that somehow a piece of one my locs had fallen off she already had the runaway between her fingers poised for the trashcan. I exclaimed that it was my hair and with a look of shock and ...perhaps trying to hide disdain and a little fascination...handed me the loc-quette. I tried to give a quick explanation, mumbled something about just having washed my hair and even pulled out a full loc in tact and she asked a question about the technique or other before I excused myself and chuckled back to my office. Well, I don't have an office, I am sharing one. Well, I am really using a table in an office. Anyway, the point is, the moment was awkward but an opportunity to answer questions about hair. Maybe that whole Politics of African-American Hair class is still on the table for me in the future.