Strapped for... time? Cash? no... Style!

(Heck, figured I better get one more in before the year ends...)


So this morning I hop out of bed, throw on some clothes and venture to the grocery store to grab a few things before family arrives for New Year's Eve.

I was half way there before I saw the problem.

Now, you've heard of "hat head"? When people leave a hat on for a long time, and their hair ends up shaped like the hat? I don't have that problem.

My problem is even worse.

"Strap head".

Now, see, I mentioned a while back that I have a nifty little machine that helps me sleep better, and also saves me from being kicked repeatedly. However, this does require that I have a hose attached to my schnozz, which needs be secured by... straps. A kind of neoprene thingy.

The problem is that most people have HAIR between these straps and their head. Not me. SO... if I sleep the same way too long, the old straps do a good job of painting a pretty picture on my head. Kind of like a topographical map.

Generally, when I get 'strap head', I try to stay out of sight for a while. TODAY, however, I did the quick "Oh crap!" and rubbed my head vigorously... while driving the car of course.

Only when I arrived did I remember my handy BlackBerry toque in my pocket which could be used to conceal the evidence.

Whew. Disaster averted.

Although, in hindsight, I could have rebuffed any odd looks by saying that I was rehearsing for my role in the local production of "Pulp Fiction": I'm the guy who comes out when they say, "bring out the gimp".

Happy new year!