A very Bob story

Last night after a day of marking and then watching the Canucks being devastated by the Bruins in fantastic display of suckiness, I decided I should dye my hair. It was dyed blonde and I wanted to redo the roots before my 2 1/2 week Christmas vacation.

So I got home and dug out the hair dye.

At this point I should mention that I have very fine hair and I'm a cheapskate. So firstly, I only use half the hair dye to dye my hair at one time. Also, I use normal hair dye for highlights (about 1/4 to a third of the container). Finally, I occasionally do highlights in different colours.

I got a package of blonde hair dye. It was opened as I had used it before. I mixed it up and dumped a bunch on my head, wrapped it in a plastic bag (my head, well the hair covered part of my head). It looked a little darker than I remembered, but I was busy packing and kinda ignored it.

I went to wash the dye out and couldn't help but notice that the dye was rather red. Then I dried my hair and sure enough, it was definately red hair dye.

Guess who has rather bright red hair?

I promise I don't do this stuff just for your amusement.