Yesterday morning after work I made my way to my friend Linda’s house for a haircut. I used to go see her when she worked in her various salons, but I must admit I prefer a more private setting. I certainly do miss the gossip from the two or three people sitting down from me in the salon environment, but this way, Linda and I can shoot the breeze and I’m usually in and out in no time at all. She actually has a nice little set up in her basement. It’s like an actual salon.
Years ago I used to see a lady named Joanne for my haircuts. I used to see her at her salon until she got pregnant and ended up going on mat leave. She invited me over to her house for my haircuts until she got back to work, and let me tell you, things were a little different at her place than they are at Linda’s.
Linda actually has a sink where she does her work designed specifically for washing hair. Joanne had to move around a few dirty pots and dishes before I could fit my head in her kitchen sink for a pre-cut wash. I do believe her kids had macaroni and cheese for lunch that day. Nothing like the salon experience where shampoo and conditioner bottles are scattered amongst pots and pans and empty Kraft Dinner boxes.
That was enough for me. Joanne was a very nice lady, but the old “kitchen sink to the basement chair” thing just wasn’t going to cut it for me. I haven’t seen her since.
Thank you Linda. Job well done.
See you in a couple of months.