Hairdressers

Yesterday my mom and I went to our hair cut. My typical hair cut is at a cheap place where I can get a trim unless I'm looking to treat myself, which is rare to never. It was a treat to have the full treatment, at least mostly a treat.

Part way through the cut, I remembered why I don't love going to the salon. Granted, I suspect if you go to the same hairdresser you might in fact build a relationship with them, which was not the case for me. I sat there with no opportunity to leave listening to her 'ask' me questions only so she could answer them. Totally lame. If you want to talk that badly, just talk. It was partly painful to sit there getting my hair cut saying "yea, uh huh, oh ok" over and over.

Then, while waiting for my mom to finish, I sat in the front for a few minutes. I had been there earlier as well and now for the second time I had heard the same stories from the nail stylist twice. Does it not get entirely old for them to tell the same stories over and over. Maybe thats why stereotypically there is much gossip that exist within the walls of hair salon. They are all talkers.

I know not everyone is like that, but it certainly was my experience. It was nice to have the works done but I think I'll stick to the cheap places.

Blessings