By Susan G
Johnny woke up to the sun streaming into his bedroom window.
"Looks like another beautiful day," he thought as he rolled over and
glanced at his alarm clock. When the
numbers on the dial came into focus, he sat bolt upright.
"Oh man, I overslept AGAIN! Roy's
gonna kill me!" His partner would be there to
pick him up for their recertification test in less than ten minutes and he'd
never hear the end of it if he weren't ready.
Leaping out of bed and struggling into clothes he grabbed off the floor,
Gage dashed to the bathroom. He was
nearly ready when he got a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He stopped short
and just looked at his reflection for a few moments and sighed.
"What am I going to do about this?" Johnny had one
of the worse cases of bed head he had ever seen. And sharing a dorm room with
Chet Kelly for all these years, he had seen more than his fair share. The right
side of his hair was plastered flat to his head and pushed forward; the left
side was sticking straight out at a ninety-degree angle. He didn't even want to
think about what the back of his head looked like! There was no time to shower
so he quickly ran his hands under the water and tried to finger comb it into
submission. The end result was better. But not by much.
Instead of sticking up, his hair was dripping wet and plastered flat to
Just then he heard Roy
pounding on the front door and calling, "Gage! Aren't you ready yet? We
can't be late for this test!"
He couldn't possibly let Roy
see him looking like this, not after the crack he'd made the day before. Roy
had shown up at work with an - interesting - new hairstyle. Johnny had ragged on him for over an hour,
making numerous 'bad hair day' jokes, calling him Prince Valiant, asking if his
barber was blind. How was he to know
that Joanne had cut it for him?!
Roy was pounding
on the front door impatiently. He had to
go. "What the hell am I gonna do?" he
Suddenly inspiration struck and he fumbled around in the
medicine cabinet. He was positive that Candi, his
latest girlfriend, had left some of her hair goop there the other day. Sure
enough there it was a nice big jar of something called Dippity
Do. He quickly scooped out a big dollop,
combed it through and then fluffed his hair with his fingers. Not bad!
"Johnny, one more minute and
I'm leaving without you!" Desoto called impatiently.
"Hey, I'm ready! Let's go," said Johnny as he
raced out the door.
"It's about time, Junior," Roy
muttered irritably, swinging around and heading for his car. Halfway there, he stopped and took a second
look at his partner. "What's the
deal with your hair?"
Roy shrugged and
climbed behind the wheel of his convertible. "Mind if I let the top
down?" he asked as he started his car. "Your hair looks pretty
"Nah, it's a beautiful day, besides it'll blow dry my
hair," quipped Johnny as he climbed into Roy's
As Roy pulled
into the parking spot at Rampart, Johnny noticed a large group of their fellow
paramedics clustered outside the ER door.
"Most of the guys are already here," he observed. "Looks like they're having a last minute study session.
I'm gonna go check it out."
silently and watched him climb out of the car. Johnny's hair had blown dry all
right - in about sixteen different directions. It looked like he'd used an
eggbeater to comb it this morning and it seemed kind of - stiff. His hair didn't seem to be moving at all in
the soft breeze that was blowing across the parking lot. Roy
popped open the glove compartment.
Didn't Joanne keep a hairbrush in here?
There it was. "Hey
Gage paused and turned back.
And then Roy
caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the rearview mirror. He contemplated his neat bangs for a split
second and remembered the Prince Valiant remark. He slipped the brush back into the glove
compartment. "Uh, I'll be there in a minute. Save me a seat, would ya?"
"Sure thing, man." Johnny turned away and loped across the
As Roy slowly
followed his partner towards the group of waiting paramedics a slow, evil grin
crept onto his face. "Who's having a bad hair day now,
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