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standard May 24, 2007 2 responses

For all the moaning I do, sometimes working for the Jews has great perks. For starters we get to take off all of the national holidays as well as the Jewish holidays. There are other perks (good food anyone?), but that has to be by far the best.
Blame pregnancy brain, blame the fact that we’re working on next year’s calendar, blame the cat if you want, but fact of the matter is, today was a holiday and I completely forgot about it until last Friday. It was a great surprise, almost as good as finding a $20 in those jeans you haven’t worn in months. I immediately called my hairdresser to make an appointment. It’s been a while since I’ve had enough free time to get my gorgeous locks cut and colored and to say that I was past due for a trim is putting it lightly.
This morning I dropped C off at daycare right on time, kissed her goodbye and almost sprinted back to the car. A day! Alone! To primp and shop! Pure bliss. I walked the two blocks to the salon. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and it felt great to be outside. I love having a day off in the middle of the week, especially when the rest of the world is off working, it makes me really feel like I’m playing hooky. Having someone pamper me all morning is just an added bonus.
The salon hadn’t changed in the 6+ months since I’d last been there. I identified myself and sat down to gather a stack of magazines. It’s never a short visit so it’s a great way to catch up on all my reading. Just as the stylist sat me down to see what he could do to help my hair one of his employees stormed out of the shop. He stopped what he was doing and followed her out. When he came back five minutes later he was visibly shaken and muttering to himself. I started to get a little nervous. He walked away to compose himself and then came back. Whatever. We were starting with color, I figured he’d have time to calm down.
A million years later, right after the color had been washed out of my hair, the girl comes back. The energy in the salon palpably changed. The owner, my stylist, stopped what he was doing and glanced up at her. His grip on my hair tightened and I held my breath. He ignored her and kept looking at my head, glancing at her in the mirror every few seconds. He wasn’t exactly focusing on my hair, but it was still ok, no scissors in sight. Then he quietly said “get away from the computer.” She ignored him and he lost it. He stormed over to her, grabbed the phone cord and yanked it from the wall. She started howling, screaming that she was calling the cops, and calling him an impressive number of names. They both reached for their phones at the same time to call the cops. The yelling was taken outside and everyone in the store looked around, not sure how to act. It was so melodramatic it was hard not to giggle.
My stylist came storming back into the salon, stopped behind me, grabbed his scissors and said “ok, lets do this.” And yeah, that’s when I stopped laughing. Because, the man, he was shaking, and he had scissors, and he was holding MY hair in his hands. But I wasn’t about to tell him to stop. Did I mention scissors? I had visions of gaping holes in the back of my head, but in the end it was all ok. There’s a reason I call him the hair god. I look fine, but I really feel like I was on reality t.v.

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  • What? You let him cut your hair?? NEVER LET A EMOTIONAL MAN CUT A PREGNANT (ie: Emotional) WOMANS’ HAIR! Hehe.. You’re lucky you’re alive to tell the tale. Glad to hear it went well in the long run though, but wow! What a story! Did I ever tell you about the time *I* stormed out of the salon crying when I was 6 mos pregnant with Grace?

  • Any idea what that was all about? That sounds like a bored housewife’s dream… “so there I was getting my hair done, when all of a sudden drama erupted and I was *IN* a soap opera! Or a Jerry Springer show…”

    (hi, I’m your blog exchange partner.)

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