Last time I promised to share with you all how I got the name “The Lice Lady.” Needless to say, it has to do with being trapped in a bathroom, the aftermath of a Bar Mitzvah, and a wedding behind Attica Prison.
You see, after we managed to survive our own wonderful encounter with this lovely bug, I tried to think how I could help people through this ordeal. Lice was running rampant through our school as well as our community. During my searches online, I found a website known as the “Head Lice Hotline.” I had actually called someone on the hotline when we were going through our ordeal. Though she tried to be nice, I felt like I was bothering her. When I asked her about a certain product that I had seen online, she told me to go buy it. She was most unhelpful.
It took a little doing, but I soon found myself a part of the Head Lice Hotline. The calls poured in. Can I just say that people have the most interesting approaches to curing themselves of lice? My favourite call came when I was driving back from a wedding that took place on the grounds behind Attica Prison (yes I do go to the most interesting places). My sister-in-law was asking me how my work on the hotline was going when my phone rang. When I answered, my phone, the voice asked, “Does beer kill lice?” I replied, “No, but it will get them drunk.”
It took a little doing, but I managed to convince the company that I bought my head lice cure from to start sending it to people like me to distribute locally. In the fall of 2008, I got a phone call from a woman whose sister stated that I knew everything there was about lice. Seems her daughter and her neighbor’s daughter had a huge case of lice going after attending a Bar Mitzvah two weeks beforehand. I met them in a parking lot with “The Stuff’ as we call it. This was the first of my many “drug deals in a parking lot.”
When I met them, the girls were doing their best Bridget Bardots. You know, “I just want to be alone?” I made arrangements to see them later in their home to recheck the heads and make sure all was well. I went back later that night at 7:00 p. m. and walked into one of the girl’s bathrooms. I walked out at 1:00 a.m. the next morning after checking not just 2 heads, but 22 heads. Thus, the Lice Lady was born.
Next time: How I managed not to get star struck and how sometimes it does take a Village.