In love with long hair

One assignment would make this choice the smartest move I have ever made in my life next to the first time I asked that babysitter to let me brush her hair and here is that story.
It was an assignment in another state at a very large textiles company in the mid-west. I made arrangements for the 6 month assignment with my landlord and packed my bags for the new job.
I arrived on a Friday afternoon and decided to go and meet my new surroundings before checking into the hotel. When I arrived at the corporate headquarters I found myself surrounded by almost all the employees out in the parking lot having an summer company party. After asking around I finally found my new boss and he was quick to put a beer in my hand and a plate of ribs in the other. I found a seat and started on the food when I began watching the sack race.

There were about ten teams lined up ready to start the race and with the number of people in front of me I could not see the action very well. The race started with much cheering and laughter when all of a sudden two of the teams bumped into each other. Both teams fell to the ground but what caught my eye was that one of the women, she was what many men would consider “average” black rimmed glasses and rather plain clothing but where my eyes were drawn to was the momentary glimpse of what appeared to be the largest bun I have ever seen in my life. And I have seen and been with a few exceptional women with hair to their knees and thick and ever so soft but from the limited view I had I could have sworn that as she was falling that bun exploded.