Yesterday afternoon, my dad decided to treat us (my youngest sister, Cami, and my other sister, Ara) out to the beauty parlor. We all decided to get our hair trimmed and blow- dried stick straight.

My dad brought us to Bench Fix in Katipunan. It was really sweet of him to take us and pay for our indulgence in vanity. He sent me an SMS telling me to just text him when we're done so he could pick us up.

A few hours later, the three of us were seated beside each other, staring at our gorgeous locks. I told Cami to text our dad so he could pick us up. He replies, "Can you take the trike?" All 3 of us looked at each other with the same horrified expressions on our faces. "The trike?!?! But our hair!!!"

And so we had no choice but to take the trike. Our coifs ruined the moment the trike started moving. Ara's still long and naturally stick straight hair flying all over the place. Cami and I, who have naturally wavy hair, were holding down our hairdos.

When we got home, my dad heard us approaching the front door. He came out saying, "Let me see! Let me see (your hairdos)!" I replied, "Wala na, dad. Sira na buhok namin! Pinag- trike mo kami eh! (No more, dad. Our hair's ruined. You made us ride the trike!)" The three of us looked like we came from a cat fight. Cami complained the entire day (and night) that her hair was so puffy from the trike ride. She's the vainest among the 3 of us.

It took only a 5 peso trike ride to ruin a P200 haircut.