Not Happy
“You’ve ruined my hair!” Screamed the old woman, rushing up, getting more and more agitated. The old woman runs her hand through her hair and fixes Jodie in a stare that could have frozen the pacific. The old woman snarls more than she speaks and Jodie drops her gaze to the floor and hooks her thumbs into her skinny jeans. Martha grabs her bag and storms out, before yelling, “just you wait!”