<p.A few weeks ago, I was selected to be a member of a Grand Jury. I've had experience with Grand Juries as a witness. I've had to testify twice: once when our Fifth Avenue salon was broken into and robbed, and again when I had to testify to the United States Grand Jury against some very famous "party crashers" (are you watching Real Housewives of DC?). Anyway it's kind of interesting to be on the other side of the bench.
We heard the evidence in a case about some dude selling crack cocaine – I had no idea people even did crack anymore – it seems so 90’s. Wasn’t anyone listening to Miss Whitney when she proclaimed “Crack is whack?” Apparently not. The Assistant District Attorney was listing the evidence, reading us the charges and I was doing my best to pay attention; however, it was incredibly difficult.
All I could see was this perfectly lovely woman’s HORRIFIC HAIR COLOR! OMG – the worst! She had at least an inch of new gray growth and then bands and bands of various brunettes and auburns going through the mid section finished off with jet-black ends. I was beside myself.
I wanted to offer a visit to The Ted Gibson Salon – my compliments, of course – but unfortunately the jurors and attorneys are forbidden from communicating. What’s a coloris to do? LMK – Jason