Pauley Perrette disclosed that in 2021 she had experienced a stroke.
Fans were initially critical of her new hairstyle after she dyed it, but by 2023, most of them appeared to have changed their minds.
Perrette departed from “NCIS” due to a well-known co-star’s actions.
Pauley Perrette talked about a health issue she had on September 2, 2021 in a social media video that she posted in September 2022. The actress disclosed that it was the first anniversary of her severe stroke.
The celebrity talked on how difficult that time had been for her, as she had lost close ones and friends. Perrette expressed her gratitude and faith-filledness, referring to herself as a survivor for having overcome her experiences.
The famous person talked about how she had avoided death multiple times after suffering from potentially fatal food and hair color sensitivities. She has also overcome domestic abuse, sexual assault, and an almost fatal attack by a deranged homeless person. After two years of suffering, Perrette felt “good” about herself and her rescue pets.
Her appearance has evolved since she left her most well-known position on “NCIS” as forensic specialist Abby Sciuto. Fans first reacted negatively to the actress’s new appearance, but some of them have subsequently softened. The year before she disclosed her stroke, Perrette flaunted her rainbow-colored hair.
After quitting “NCIS,” how did Pauley look like, and what reaction did her fans have?
Perrette shared a number of pictures of herself on Twitter on November 10, 2021, showing off a new appearance. The celebrity said she looked like a “rainbow” after dyeing her hair, and the pictures showed her hair tousled and damp.
One troll remarked the actress’s hair was “ugly” before declaring they weren’t sorry for their remarks. The individual said Perrette “looked cheap” with her new appearance, despite having “such a beautiful face.” The commentator pointed out that Perrette’s appearance was limited to Walmart patrons.
The reviewer expressed their admiration for colorful hair but thought the celebrities’ hair was “ratty.” She was criticized by someone else who stated her appearance was “horrible,” and someone else said it was “awful.”
But, it appeared that after Perrette disclosed that she had experienced a stroke and other hardships in life, people’s opinions had changed. The famous person uploaded multiple photos to Instagram on July 24, 2023. The first photograph featured her looking amazing with rainbow-colored hair.
Perrette declared that she is “terrified of Harmon” and that she fears an attack from him.
In response, someone told her to “keep on being you” since she was “awesome.” Another admirer dubbed her “Aunt P” said the actress was “so beautiful” and professed their love for her, while still another remarked on how well she could make others smile.
The admirer believed that Perrette was content in the remaining photos and advised her to “stay you,” be happy, and keep safe.
After working on “NCIS” for 15 years, Perrette left the show in 2018. According to a number of sources, the actress quit the show in 2016 due to a reported falling out with her co-star Mark Harmon. The two were reportedly having problems behind the scenes.
According to reports, Harmon brought his dog to the scene that year, and it bit a crew worker, requiring fifteen stitches. The fact that they never shared a screen shot during the actress’s farewell episode served as evidence of their falling out.
When Perrette visited the “NCIS” headquarters to bid her coworkers farewell, her co-star’s character only got a letter that he read as she was observing him from the other side of the street.
She declared in a 2019 Twitter post that she would never change her part in the show. Perrette declared that she was “terrified of Harmon” and that she feared an attack from him. The actress claimed that she was having nightmares about the potential catastrophe and that she had moved on to a new, pleasant program that was safe.
A Woman Spoke Loudly on Speaker at a Restaurant, Stained My Mother’s Dress, and Just Said ‘Oops’—but I Wasn’t Letting That Slide
My mother and I were enjoying a rare, elegant dinner when a loud woman barged in, disrupting the entire restaurant. Just as we tried to ignore her, she flung food across the table, splattering sauce onto my mother’s dress. I wasn’t about to let that slide.
My mother and I had been looking forward to this dinner for weeks. Just the two of us, a rare chance to enjoy something special without rushing, obligations, or distractions.
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I had picked the restaurant carefully. It was one of the best in town, elegant but not stuffy, with dim lighting, soft jazz floating through the air, and the quiet hum of conversation.
It was the kind of place where people spoke in low voices, where waiters moved gracefully between tables. Everything there felt just a little more refined.
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Mom rarely indulged in luxury. She was the kind of woman who always put others first, never one to spend money on herself. Growing up, she made sure I had what I needed before ever considering her own wants.
So tonight, I wanted her to simply enjoy. She had spent extra time getting ready, carefully picking out a navy blue dress that made her eyes stand out. I could tell she felt good in it, and seeing her like that made me feel good too.
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“This is lovely,” Mom said as she unfolded her napkin.
I smiled. “You deserve it.”
A waiter approached with a warm smile. “Good evening, ladies. Would you like to start with something to drink?”
Mom glanced at me. “What do you think?”
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“We’re celebrating,” I said. “Let’s get some wine.”
The waiter nodded, and just as he turned away, the restaurant door swung open.
A woman in her 50s stormed in, dressed in a flashy leopard-print blouse, her blonde hair teased too high, her phone already on speaker. Her voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a chainsaw.
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“Yeah, so anyway, I told her she better not pull that with me!”
Heads turned. Conversations slowed. The soft elegance of the restaurant cracked under her presence.
A deep, booming voice answered from the phone. “Oh, you KNOW she will.”
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She cackled, a sharp, high-pitched laugh that made people wince. Mom shifted in her chair, her shoulders tensing, while I sighed, already regretting that she had sat so close to us.
The woman strutted toward the table next to ours and dropped into the chair, setting her phone against her water glass. She made no attempt to lower her voice.
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“I told her, ‘I’ll RUIN you!’” she continued, practically shouting as she tossed her purse onto the table. She gestured wildly, her free hand moving through the air with dramatic sweeps.
A couple seated on her other side exchanged a look. The man leaned toward their waiter, whispered something, and moments later, they were quietly escorted to a different table far from her. She didn’t notice. Or she didn’t care.
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The waiter returned with our wine, carefully placing the glasses in front of us, his voice lower than before. “Would you like a moment before ordering?”
I forced a polite smile. “Yes, please.”
Mom exhaled, shaking her head. “Some people have no awareness.”
I took a sip of wine and nodded toward her plate. “Let’s focus on the food.”
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Mom smiled, always one to take the high road. She picked up her fork, twirled some pasta, and took a bite, savoring the moment.
Then, disaster struck. It happened so fast. The woman let out another loud cackle and flung her arm outward, her fork still in her hand. A glob of thick, red marinara sauce flew through the air.
I saw it too late. It landed directly on my mother’s dress.
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The navy blue fabric now had a bright red stain across the front.
A hush fell over the room. The sound of forks clinking against plates stopped. Nearby diners turned, their eyes widening as they registered what had just happened.
I looked at my mother. She had frozen in place, her fork hovering mid-air, her gaze locked on the stain. Slowly, she placed it down.
I turned to the woman.
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She had seen it. She had watched the sauce hit my mother’s dress.
And then, she smirked.
“Oops.”
That was it. No apology, no concern, not even a second glance before she turned back to her phone.
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Mom reached for her napkin, dabbing at the stain with slow, careful movements. She didn’t say anything, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes, the moment of hurt she was trying to swallow down.
She continued dabbing at the stain, her expression calm, but I knew better. She wasn’t the type to make a fuss, no matter how much she deserved to. But I wasn’t my mother.
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I leaned in, my voice sharp but steady. “Excuse me, you just got food all over my mother.”
The woman barely glanced up from her phone. “Yeah, well, accidents happen.” Her voice was flat, dismissive, as if she had spilled a drop of water and not ruined someone’s evening.
My fingers tightened around my glass. “Right. Just like how it would be an accident if someone bumped into your table and—whoops—spilled this very full glass of wine?”
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That got her attention.
Her eyes flicked to the deep red liquid swirling dangerously close to the rim. I tilted the glass slightly, just enough to let her imagine the worst.
“You wouldn’t,” she scoffed, but her voice had lost some of its edge.
I smiled. “Wouldn’t I?”
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For the first time, she looked uneasy.
She sat up a little straighter, finally lowering her phone. “Listen, sweetheart, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a little sauce. Your mom can get it dry-cleaned.”
A sharp breath left my nose. “It’s not about the dress. It’s about basic human decency.”
She rolled her eyes and reached for her fork. “Jesus. People are so sensitive these days.”
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Before I could respond, a new voice cut in.
“Ma’am.”
The restaurant manager had appeared beside us. He was tall, dressed in a crisp black suit, his expression carefully composed. His voice was smooth, polite, but firm. He had seen everything.
He turned to my mother first. “I’m so sorry for what happened. Please forgive us for the inconvenience, and of course, dessert is on the house.”
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Mom, ever gracious, nodded. “That’s very kind of you.”
Then the manager turned to the woman.
“And as for you,” he said, his polite smile never reaching his eyes, “lower your voice or leave. Oh, and just so you know—” he gestured toward the couple that had moved earlier “—we’ve covered their meal. No one should have to suffer through such inconsiderate behavior.”
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The woman blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” His voice remained leveled, but his patience had thinned.
She let out an incredulous laugh. “Are you serious? This is discrimination.”
“Not at all, ma’am,” the manager replied smoothly. “We just value respectful diners.”
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For a moment, she looked like she might argue. Her mouth opened, but then she glanced around the room, noticing the way people were staring. The weight of dozens of judging eyes pressed down on her.
A ripple of quiet applause spread through the room.
Karen’s face turned an angry shade of red. She scoffed, looking around as if expecting someone to come to her defense, but no one did. Her eyes flicked to the manager, then back to me.
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“You won’t get away with this!” she snapped, her voice louder than ever.
James, still composed, tilted his head slightly.
Karen let out an irritated huff, yanking her phone off the table with one hand while shoving her chair back with the other. The legs scraped against the floor, making a sharp screech that cut through the quiet.
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“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. She reached into her bag, pulled out some cash, and tossed it onto the table without counting. Then, with one final glare in my direction, she stormed out of the restaurant, her heels clicking loudly with each step.
The second the door swung shut behind her, the room seemed to breathe again. Conversations resumed, waiters moved with a little more ease, and the soft hum of jazz once again filled the air.
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I exhaled, my grip on my wine glass finally loosening. When I turned to my mother, I expected to see frustration, maybe even embarrassment.
Instead, she chuckled. “Well,” she said, shaking her head, “that was quite the dinner.”
I let out a small laugh, reaching for my glass. “To karma.”
She raised hers, and we clinked them together, the deep red liquid inside staying exactly where it belonged.
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