What was that again?

So I'm sitting in the waiting room at Angela's speech therapy place. A nice, well dressed "older" lady comes in, apparently late for her physical therapy appointment. She checks in at the desk then has a seat next to me. I smile nicely at her as she sits down. Older lady: "Oh, I'm so late! But you know I went in to get my hair done, and she colored it for me and it took longer than I thought." Me: "Well your hair looks really pretty. I like it a lot." (It was really pretty, a short mocha brown with pretty caramel highlights. Very nice.) Older lady: "Well thank you, I wasn't sure if I would like it or not." Enter young male physical therapist. PT: "So are you ready?" Older lady, walking off with male PT: "Oh I'm sorry I'm late! My hair dresser wanted to color my hair. I was afraid she put too much blonde in it. Do I look slutty?" Then... backward glance over shoulder at me sitting in the chair as she leaves the room... "Oh, she's blonde..." Hmmm. That totally made me laugh (as did the PT). Just another day at speech therapy...