Not mine

A few days ago, I found a grey hair on my sofa.  I thought to myself, why would there be a grey hair on my sofa?  We'd had a family get together a few days earlier and I figured the hair must have belonged to one of our guests.  Who had attended that had grey hair? I wondered.  I remembered Grandma Judy sitting in the exact spot where I'd found the hair and she did indeed have grey hair.  Surely it must be hers! I concluded.  Completely ignoring the fact that the hair in question was curly and about 6 inches long.  Grandma Judy's hair is maybe, oh, 2 inches long. 

Yesterday in the car with John on the way to the hospital for Max's ear tube surgery, the air conditioning was blowing and I noticed a silver hair floating in the air near my face.  Strange, I thought, that a grey hair was floating around in the car.  Stranger still that it appeared to be attached to me somehow.  I batted at it with my hand, trying to get the offending hair away from me.  It would not go away.  I caught it in my fingers and pulled at it. OUCH!  Holy crap! That hair, it's attached to me! IT'S ATTACHED TO ME!!!

I plucked the hair out and stared at it.  Still not cluing in that I'd just yanked a grey hair out of my own head. First I considered another, much more likely scenario.  That someone else's stray hair had somehow gotten tangled into my own hair.  Never mind that it was the same length as mine.  Never mind that it was curly like mine. 

I spent a good long time staring at that hair while we drove.  It looked so foreign.  After a thorough inspection last night, I couldn't find any more grey hairs, so until I see an actual grey hair growing out of my own head, I continue to be in denial that those two hairs belonged to me.