I got my haircut last week. Heather said she was going to get a drink at Starbucks. The salon clerk said “Ma’am, you’ll need to leave us you’re drivers license. We need to know there’s something you’ll want to come back for.”
I don’t enjoy haircuts. Ironically, I like the way it looks and feels afterward, but I guess it’s just the process that gets to me. Firstly, there are very few things interesting enough to me to cause me to wait. Plus, one of my seizure triggers is waiting for long periods of time. It can get ugly.
Now there’s an app for checking in on line! Just a very short wait to get in the chair. Turns out that even though the wait time has been all but eliminated, I still don’t like it. I know! The stylists all seem to be great and very nice, so what is it?
I think I figured it out! I hate the sound of the clippers, I don’t like bright lights and I hate the fact that even after a good shower, I still get those little pieces of hair that cause me to itch. Yep, that’s it. So all I need to do is convince them to remodel the shop so it’s not so bright and to start cutting my hair with a Flowbee. Wish me luck.