Dandruff seems to be able to thrive anywhere, even on a fresh Army recruit's bare scalp. What seems like a logical and sensible decision of not bringing shampoo to camp resulted in really annoying head itch after a week or so. Ever since I managed to escape back to the Earthly realms on Thursday, I have Head & Shoulder'd my hair six times and thankfully, I don't have to scrape my scalp with a rake now.

This reminds me of the time my little sister (Avery) got a pretty serious case of head lice and I almost had to resort to drop her on her head with various suplexes and throws to get rid of her agony.

Avery: Ma, my hair is itchy.
Mother: (Inspects Avery's hair with fingers) I think you have kutu in your hair.
Avery: (Stupid whining sound every younger sister makes)
Father: I think she got it from school. Also, I have only one line this this whole conversation.
Mother: Avery.
Avery: Yah?
Mother: Do you have Indian friends?
Avery: (Whining sound), how can think like that?
(Short pause)
Avery: Yah, Rita.

So parents-y, my parents.