#also today he broke the hotel hairdryer while trying to dry his shoes

[thesacredreznor]

Traveling with my parents this week and asked them if they had a comb I could use— forgot to pack mine. My dad responds, “no but you can use my hairbrush.”

I have explained to my parents many times that brushing my hair turns it into an intolerable shapeless frizzy mess. However, since I inherited my dad’s hair texture and he’s never worn his long enough to have this problem, neither of them really understand. I remind my dad that I can’t use a hairbrush.

“But you haven’t seen my hairbrush!” He says. “It’s not like a normal brush. It’s very soft. It has little balls. Anyway you really shouldn’t say you can’t use it if you haven’t even looked at it.”

He proceeds to bring me the most normal looking hairbrush I have ever seen; the platonic ideal of a hairbrush.