This is a true story happened with me last year.
I graduated in the summer of 2000 and was hired in my current company in the year 2001.
So anyway there was that pretty girl who sit in front of me called Salwa; kind nice girl,
but sometimes gets very rude.
She used to curl her hair twice a week and her curled hair looked great.
One day I was looking to her black hair. I said to my self
"I swear its a little pit darker than the usual".
I kept staring at her comparing her looks when she curl her hair and the normal days...
I came to the result "her curled hair is a WIG". I kept thinking for a week or so "what to do"
Should I ask her is that wig u are wearing ???
No...she will not give me a straight answer.
Should I pull it in front of every body?
No that is really rude and beside I like Salwa.
The a plan took a form in my head and applying it was easy.
I simply waited to salwa to go to the pathroom followed her and went inside the bathroom halls
(open space between men’s room and women’s room and isolated).
And I stood there and made it like I am writing a massage by my mobile and when pass by me with my smallest finger
grabbed hold of her hair(wig) and yes it slipped from her head down to the floor.
Salawa yelled "Ooooooooooh" and I looked at her to see her original black straight hair pined to her head
then she took her wig fast and went back to the women’s room by that time I returned to my disk
after 3 min she came with her wig on and after 5 sec a massage to my email reached me
hmmm its from Salwa and she wrote to me "if u tell any body I will kill u".
That is the end of my story and I wish I could tell you that me and Salwa now are friends
...no its like she is ignoring me in every single move I make
and its like she going to kill me sooner or latter.
