Lloyd went to a surplus auction on Saturday, so I went along to run a few errands and try to get my bad haircut fixed. My plan was to NOT go to a Great Clips or Cost Cutters, but an actual place that does hair. The first place I tried was booked until late afternoon, so that was a no go. I drove around thinking that I needed to find a nice place, but in an out-of-the way location. I happened upon this little village-type shopping center where the clothing places had words like ‘upscale’ and ‘shoppe’ and ‘way-too-expensive-for-you’. Luckily, there was a hair place.
I take that back – it was a ‘Day Spa and Salon‘. I had a bad feeling walking up to the doors, and a worse feeling passing through them. It was obviously not a place for me. There I was in my t-shirt and capris – selected for their ability to get sweaty and dirty hauling auction stuff – and there were the ladies, all dolled up. I’ve never seen so much makeup, cleavage and highlights in one place. I stupidly asked, “Can I get a haircut?” There was a pause, then one girl said, “I could do it now….. if you don’t need it styled.” Ha! Not a problem.
She turned out to be very nice – a leader of her church’s youth group and an alto in their choir – and the whole time I was laughing inside and thinking, “Why didn’t I bring my camera??” I didn’t even let her blow dry it, which shocked her to the core. I explained that I was just going to be all sweaty and gross in an hour at the auction. I bet they wished I had snuck out the back door. I was bad advertising.
Hee! And how did the cut turn out?
It’s alright -- much better than the last one. She talked about how she would fix the ‘shelf’ part, and I asked if we could just leave it alone so it could grow out. She agreed.
Ha! I feel uncomfortable enough at just a regular haircut place. I think a “spa” would make me pass out from all the pressure.
ROFLMAO! You should get a 2nd job as a cartoonist … really!!
(and I never knew you had an extra finger on your right hand--no wonder you’re so good with tools)
I was hoping someone would mention that. Thanks, Peggy.
Cleavage aye?? Hmmm….I need to get a haircut. Where is this place at?
I love this post! (actually -- I like most of them -- does that make me a groupie?) In the summertime I always say don’t bother with the blow dry if I’m just going home. It’s like you are breaking some hair code. So how much did the “stylist” charge you?
Groupies welcome! I paid $20 plus a $4 tip, and I don’t know if perhaps that put me further in the “she obviously doesn’t belong here” hole. Brad pays $13 plus a $5 tip, and he’s thinking of tipping more! Has the world gone mad?
OMG! I pay $32 and it’s not at a swanky spa. How I miss small town life.
I’m glad you didn’t have a camera because I LOVE your drawing!
ditto! too funny. (and do make Curt report on his, ahem, visit)
I got a gift certificate for a massage at a Day Spa. So will I be a NAKED fish out of mineral water.
I meant “So I will be a NAKED fish out of mineral water.”
We’re going to need some pictures or illustrations, please.