Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

You've been a trusted confidant to my husband these past two decades. You didn't judge. Not in the days of Flock of Seagulls hair, the awkward growing out stages, nor during the sensitive long hair days. For that we overlooked your asbestos wrapped interior, your suspicious heating element, and your propensity for grabbing single strands of hair and ripping them out one by one with your dilapidated motor. How I'll miss your odorific burnt hair smell, your unsafe electrical components, and 1980's technology. Rest In Peace one of the last vestiges of my Husbands bachelorhood. Rest in peace.