Lemme replay the scene:

It's a little before 6am & I've managed to drag my sorry ass into the shower without walking into any door jams (a major feat for me at this hour.) Anyway, I get into the shower, into the mist supplied by the wonderful showerhead that I've come to love and have brought with me from house to house over the past 7 years. Nothing beats it. It's like you're on a boat gliding down the Amazon through a heavy fog. It's like being on the boat that finds "Monster Island", surrounded in mist, hiding King Kong & Co. from the world.

I love that showerhead, but I've gotten off track.

My head smells. It's not a bad smell, just, ummm... fragrant. Perfumey. Approaching girlie smell. I can picture it now, I'm in a crowded elevator going to lunch when some Ed Asner looking guy on my right turns to the hot chickie on my left (who every's avoiding eye contact with because she's just too good looking and me, I'm grinding my teeth hope not to break wind on her hand which is waayy too close to my backside. I need one of those stickers the put on the wings of planes, near the engine, "DANGER: AVOID EXHAUST AREA")

Anyhoo, Ed would turn to her & say something like, "Gee your hair smells nice" Only it's not her hair, it's mine. Me. Ed is getting a woody over my hair.

I should've stopped at the papaya shampoo, but nooooooo I had to try the new seaweed conditioner. Now I'm paying the price. I feel like a hair heretic. A shampoo outcast! Damn this fancy seaweed-schmeeweed conditioner! I have the best smelling cube on this side of the building. I have people being pulled this way by the smell. My hair is attracting visitors and I just don't have the time for them. I've been invited to two TupperWare parties, a movie, and drinks at some place over in Belmont already. At least my hair has.