Nicole was next, and as I eyeballed her beautiful and expensive leather jacket enviously a crazy idea came to mind. Nicole had an exciting, sexy, and expensive collection of clothes, but the jacket she was wearing had a particular story behind it. It had been given to Nicole by her ex-boyfriend as a gift, and while it had become her favorite jacket she had grown mixed feelings over it since they had a nasty break-up. As time went by we could all sense that she had been growing more and more detached from the jacket, even asking us if she thought she should give it away. It was only a matter of time before she gave up on that jacket entirely and got rid of it, but when she eventually did she had no idea of knowing it would cost her her luscious brown locks as well.
Finally it was my turn, and as I walked into the ladies restroom to touch up my make-up my mind wandered to what the others were writing down on their napkins. I studied myself in the mirror for a moment, looking at a very pretty face that was framed beautifully by a silky blonde curtain of hair falling from a center parting and wondered what random event would eventually lead to this wonderful blanket of lush, shining satin falling to the floor. Would it be an outfit I wore? A promotion at work? A vacation I went on? I loved sushi, so would it be me trying a certain new type of sushi roll that would cost me more than just money? That idea haunted me, the idea that that simply biting into a particular combination of rice, seaweed and fish would result in me losing my luscious hair.
