salon chair chatter

Ya know…the next time I go get my hair cut and restored to it’s natural color (because repeat after me, gray is not my natural color nor will it ever be) I need to bring a notebook and write down all the things I hear the other patrons talking about while I pretend to be reading my book. Seriously, I try to concentrate on what I’m reading, but then, ya know, somebody says that one thing that catches my attention, and there is no going back. Today was one of those days, and here's what I scratched out on the back of a gas receipt as overheard between the shampoo girl and another patron…(they call them clients…Clients belong to lawyers and accountants, don't they?)

Patron: “Do you know where the Dona Manor is?

Shampoo Girl: "Oh, yeah that’s near where I take my dogs to doggy daycare."

Patron: "Oh, you take your dogs to daycare?"

Shampoo Girl: "Yeah I take them twice a week. It’s like, so good for them. The day care walks them, feeds thems and like, schedules playdates so that they, like, get socialized with other dogs and people. It’s so great...giggle giggle." (Are we talking kids or dogs? I'm not sure she even knew.)

Patron: "Oh."

Shampoo Girl: "I sooo love your haircut."

Patron: "I do too. I’m having so much fun with it." (Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? It was short...not much you can do with it.)


So for an hour and a half, I moved my eyes to and fro through my book, turned pages, comprehending not.one.word, but to those around me, I was the lady breezing through her book minding her own business.