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.