A lot of you probably get super excited about a visit to the salon. Not here. Nope. I go maybe every 2 months or so when I drag myself there - to one of those walk-in joints.
I decided to go on a slow day: A Monday. There was only one stylist there when I came in and then walked in another one who I've seen there several times.
She isn't very smiley. A little standoffish if you ask me.
And guess who I ended up getting? You guessed it!
As she was cutting my hair she was talking to the other stylist making fun of a guy who comes in to flirt with her - because he was wearing in her words 'flood pants' - with white socks - that she said made him look like a Michael Jackson wannabe. After laughing loudly a couple times - at the same thing - it got old quickly.
Her making fun of the guy was interspersed by terse reminders to sit up straight and keep my chin down. That was the extent of her conversation with me.
Then she was done. Didn't even bother to ask me if I wanted to get my hair blown dry - she probably assessed my lack of attention to my hair and figured why bother.
As I was checking out she remarked on my T-Shirt (the one with the girls I designed) - I couldn't even feign much enthusiasm at that point...
Anyhoo, I always feel a little awkward at the hair salon. Now I know why.
It is a good thing I did not go for a high maintenance pixie cut like Beyonce that would require regular salon visits. Besides, the last time I could pull off a pixie was when I was 16...