Went to get my hair cut today. My usual stylist wasn't there so I took the first available employee with a pair of shears.
As part of the whole experience at this particular salon, the stylist first massages your head with a lightly scented oil. Ohhhhhhh is that wonderful. The hair cut was tolerable. At the end the gal put some sort of goo in my hair to enhance the tiny bit of natural wave in it, and then proceeded to blow dry it as straight as a board. As I walked up to pay she asked if I needed any styling products or anything else. Baseball cap?
Left the salon and called my friend Susan to come meet me for lunch so she could lie to me and tell me my hair really didn't look quite as bad as I thought. She came through for me, although next time I'm going to pay for her lunch so she'll really elaborate on how nice I look.
I think I would give up hair cuts completely, but having someone rub your temples while a light citrus scent lingers about your head and the white noise of adult chatter drones comfortingly in the background and your children are fifty miles away...well, I'd let someone cut my hair with a butter knife and a razor for that.
Posted by Cathy at March 11, 2004 11:04 PMI don't understand this post. What about all of those specialty massage oils the VP picked up at the Mall of America? He said he was going to really score some serious points with them.
The preceding paragraph is a load of excrement so I thought it would fit in well with the topics of some of the other posts.
Keep the posts coming.
Posted by: Sheriff Bart at March 12, 2004 10:52 AMHe shopped for those right in front of you guys?! Well that's it. That's the last time I send him shopping for the fun stuff. Nothing but groceries and feminine protection from now on...the rat. ;-)
Hope all is well in your neck of the woods, Sheriff. Great to hear from you!
Posted by: Cathy at March 13, 2004 08:42 AM