At least you won't have roaches in your hair

I was walking (more like sauntering) down the hallway today, and I hear this voice behind me..

"Miss Jumpa! Miss Jumpa! Guess what happened this morning?"

"What happened this morning?"

"My momma sprayed roach spray in my hair!!!"

Miss Jumpa stops, horrified, and tries to remember the number to DSS.
"What!?!?!?"

"Yeah! She thought the can of Raid was my oil sheen, and she sprayed it all over my head!!!"
She then waves goodbye, continues to laugh as she skips down the hallway.