Leaving with my hair in a mess

Sometimes my vanity worries me. I went on a few walkdowns at work this morning that required the wearing of a hard hat, so as soon as I could after we finished I got myself to a tap and a mirror so I could sort my hair out. Damn, it's not even like there's anyone out here I would want to impress, not like it matters if I don't look my best when I'm surrounded by fifty-year old engineers and nuclear industry management, but no, I had to get rid of the hard-hat 'fro.

Later . . .