I have seven sisters, and apparently the number of them concerned that I would loan my hairbrush to this person is growing by the minute.
Put your fears to rest, sistas; I fumbled with "...uh, no, I don't have one..." fully realizing she knew I was lying. No one with a mass of hair like mine goes out in public, a very rainy public, without some sort of weapon for her hair. Now if I'd have had a teeny-tiny purse, maybe. But I carried the behemoth that night so I'm sure she was thinking "yeaaaahhhh, riiiiightttt..."
But thankfully she did not challenge me, and instead provided us details about how much she needed to fix her hair.
I don't know, I think the ball cap was a pretty good start... (ouch!)