I'm walking through Astor Place tonight after class and I hear "Excuse Me! Excuse Me!" which always makes me cringe because God knows what kook is yelling at you. But I turned around and there was a very cool, normal looking woman standing behind me who proceeded to ask "Do you want to be a hair model for Bumble and Bumble?" "Hair Model" is really code for "I'm in hairdressing school and need someone to practice on." Turns out they are practicing bobs at BB next week and she said she thought she could "really do" something with my hair (I've been growing it out for a year now and it's just about chin length). Free hair cut? Hell yeah! Unfortunately she could only do it on Monday afternoons, and well, being the corporate automaton that I am, this does not work for me. Oh well. We proceeded to have a brief discussion on the state of my growing-out hair, then we went our separate ways into the warm, NY night.