|Recently, I went back to my new hairdresser, P, to get a touch up on my new fabulous hairdo that I've been sporting. If you haven't checked out that story, you can check it out here. I learned my lesson about going on Wednesday, thus avoiding the fumes that arose from the all-you-can-eat extrema burrito fiesta.
I believe it was on a Tuesday afternoon and the salon was hopping. It turned out that P had started teaching a class at the local community college and on that particular day he was teaching the new students in his salon. When he saw me at the front counter, he threw up a hand in greeting and squealed, "GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, Hola`, Chica. My goodness, what has happened to your coif? P did such a fabulous job on you last time."
"Hola`, right back at ya'll. That's why I'm here, the gray is coming back fast."
"Oh, Chica, what is ya'll? It is just me, P. Anyway, you have come on good day, I am showing these P wannabes how to become a stud in the world of beauty and salon. Come sit here."
And with that I was led to the first chair and then immediately surrounded by a gaggle of cackling old bitties, three young wide-eyed teenagers and one young ex-Marine with a "I love doing hair" tattoo on his left bicep that greeted me with a wide grin and a strong nod. "Howdy, ma'am!" he said.
Over the next few minutes or so I listened somewhat stoically as my favorite hairdresser launched into the story of our first meeting and of our mutual agreement that my hair was a complete disaster. I was a perfect example of what not to do if you wanted to do your own hair or were too cheap (or broke) to go to a professional salon. "Come closer," he said to the class as he whipped out an iPhone from his fanny pack. "This is chica before and this is chica after P has finished with her. See the difference of what a professional can do?" he said.
"Hey, I didn't know you had taken my picture," I said.
"Oh, bambino, you were too worried about my burritos and my snake. You wanna see it again?"
"Wait a minute," one old bitty said. "I don't wanna see ya'all's snake. What kind of place you runnin' here? Honey, have you seen his snake before?" she said as she edged closer to the chair and nudged me slightly.
"Whaddya' sayin?" she said and nudged me again.
I wasn't sure what I was nudged with the first time, but I became acutely aware of what it was the second: her boob. They were big and large and were laying straight out, almost in an upward direction. At least she had on a good bra I thought to myself...