There was a fire in the apartment complex across the street from ours. A young lady with waist length hair was hopping around on the back of the fire truck unloading hoses. I stood at my kitchen window shaking my head. Not at the fact there was a female firefighter but at the loose hair.
Over forty years ago I watched a co-worker get scalped because she didn't have her hair tied back and up. Her hair got caught in a conveyor belt. I stood there getting sick to my stomach praying the firefighter didn't get her hair caught in or on something. Man! I don't ever want to see someone get scalped again! She did get her hair tied up. I don't know if the guy working the truck with her said something or she just finally had time to take care of it. I guess memories like that never lose their vividness.
If I was still a drinking person, I'd have a couple of shot of tequila to get rid of the willies.