Braids

"Did you want to get your hair braided?" Simone's hubby pointed to a woman who was putting the finishing beads on a Caribbean style hairdo. Simone's jaw dropped and she ogled her husband with disbelief. "Seriously? Last time I had that done, you told me I looked like Medusa!" Hubby shook his head. "I wouldn't have said that. I have no idea who Medusa is!" "Alright. So you said that I looked like I had snakes coming out of my head." Hubby smiled reassuringly. "I won't say anything like that this time. Now go and get your hair braided." Simone sat down in the stylist's chair and emerged forty-five minutes later. "What do you think?" She asked hubby. "You look like a Borg."