Sorry there was no post on Wednesday. I had a hair emergency. I won’t go into much detail, because I intend to use the experience as a sitcom episode.
I’ve had a string of bad luck with hairdressers in the last two years, but last Friday took the cake. All she had to do was follow what was in the computer, and use the chemical combinations in my profile. This odd woman had unkempt rust-colored hair and turned out to be the owner of not only that salon, but of another one with the same name down the road. I mention this only to further character motivation.
Considering the way I left the salon that day, I have narrowed it down to a few possibilities:
One: She was trying to ruin my life.
Two: She was on drugs.
Three: She didn’t use the right numbers on the computer.
Four: She deliberately screwed up.
Let’s take them one-by-one:
One: She was trying to ruin my life. How do I know why? Jealousy? Bitterness? To get some kicks on a Friday afternoon? Being a natural conspiracy theorist, of course this is my first choice.
Two: She was on drugs. She acted strangely. Nervous, hands shaking, strange ambling stories about, well, nothing. Did I make her nervous? If yes, why?
Three: She couldn’t read the computer. The owner of two salons can’t read her own computer? Unlikely.
Four: She deliberately screwed up. I was only in her chair for ninety minutes. The normal amount of time for me is three hours, minimum. I remember her telling me that, “I am fast and efficient.” Yeah, right. The way she worked wasn’t “fast and efficient.” It was, “I want you out of my chair as quickly as possible.”
I hated it when it was done, so what did I do? I wrote a big check to the salon and handed her a tip, of course, figuring I would get used to it. I didn’t. I called Monday morning and left a nice message, asking if I could come in and get it fixed, but guess what?
No phone call. And we’re back to #1.
I found a lovely young girl in a local salon who fixed it immediately, and made me ME again. I considered cancelling the check I wrote, but I decided against it. One of my favorite quotes:
Revenge is a dish best eaten cold.
Enjoy the weekend.