• Aug. 30, 2006
A No Show for a Haircut in a Bathroom
I used to get my hair cut here in town, along with my sister and my mom. Then my hair stylist began forgetting about my appointments. I knew it wasn't just my appointments either, because the same thing happened to my sister and mom. This beautician's salon is in the basement of her house, and I would just be waiting there for her. I did enjoy reading People magazine as I waited, but after a very long time had passed, I realized she was not going to be showing up. This happened several times over the course of six months, and although I always enjoyed the People magazine, I began thinking about finding someone else. The last straw was when she suggested waxing my eyebrows, and the wax was so hot that she burned my skin enough to leave three blisters. If there were such a saying as "raccoon eyebrows", it would have applied to my look after that visit. That was the last time I got my hair cut (or my burnt eyebrows waxed) at her salon.
O.k. I know what you are thinking. Why did I keep going there for so long? I guess I was afraid to switch beauticians. Did I mention she was inexpensive and lived just two blocks away from my house? Well, anyway that was about 4 years ago.
The funny thing is my mom (who lives an hour away from me) still drives all the way up here and gets her hair cut there. That's right. She drives an hour to get her hair cut by the lady who practically scarred my eyebrows for life. The beautician is in the process of moving, so instead of my mom getting her hair cut at her salon today, the lady was going to come to my house to cut my mom's hair in my bathroom. I know, a little bit of a strange situation, but I convinced myself to be laid back about this. The beautician was supposed to come at 2:45 PM. Well, by 5:45 PM my mom had left her 3 "WHERE ARE YOU?" messages and finally left my house with no haircut. This was my mom's last straw, and I don't think she will be up for getting her hair cut there (or in my bathroom) ever again.
Why do we end up hanging on to something clearly not working for so long? I'm not sure why, but for some reason, there is hope that things might get better. Sometimes they do, and sometimes, well...sometimes it takes raccoon eyebrows or a "no show for a haircut in a bathroom" to make us realize things are not getting better. In fact, they've gotten worse than we'd ever imagined. Well, just a weird story to make you love and appreciate your beautician a little more today.
