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    A blonde moment

       "I'm having a blonde moment."

       Have you ever heard anyone make this statement?

       What is a "blonde moment"?  It's a moment when a person, usually a woman, makes an obviously silly mistake.

       Can moments be categorized by the color of your hair?  A lot of men make up jokes about blondes.  Supposedly if a woman has blonde hair she is stupid, a moron, and has no common sense at all.  Are men degrading women who have blonde hair?

       I'm not a blonde.  My mother calls my hair color "strawberry blonde".  That means it's not totally red, it's not completely blonde, and it's not actually brown.  My hair is golden with all three colors in it.

       The color of my hair resides in the eye of the beholder.

       One day I go to pick up my husband from work.  He has to work late, but he doesn't know what time he will be getting off work.  I don't want to drive home.  I don't relish sitting in the parking lot either.

       I have my tote bag of projects in the car.  I decide to spend my time waiting at Kinko's making Xerox copies.  My husband agrees to call me at Kinko's when he is ready and I'll pick him up.  It's only a five-minute drive from Kinko's to where he works.

       When he finishes working, he calls Kinko's:

       "Is my wife there?" he asks.

       "I don't know," quips the clerk, "what does your wife look like?"

       "She has long red hair."

       "Nope.  Not here," answers the clerk.

       My husband hangs up.  He's getting a little steamed because he hates waiting to be picked up (and I am late 9 times out of 10).

       After awhile, I'm beginning to wonder, "Why hasn't he called?  I'm running out of papers to copy."

       When I finish with my copying, I drive over to the parking lot of Golden Valley to wait.

       "Where have you been?  You said you'd be at Kinko's," my husband fumes.

       "I was at Kinko's," I say defensively.

       "No, you weren't! I called and the man said you weren't there," he retorts.

       "I was there.  Nobody ever called me to the phone," I reply.

       I drive to Kinko's.  I demand, "When did my husband call?"

       The clerk says, "A man called, but he asked for a woman with long red hair."

       "Well?" I say, "Why didn't you call me to the telephone?"

       "You have long brown hair."

       The clerk must've been having a blond moment.


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