I have a love-hate relationship with going to the hairdresser.
Worse than worry of “Isn’t she going to mess up my hair?”, is the small talk you have to do, the songs on the radio you don’t like and the terrible magazines they make you read.
Not to mention the sound of 4 blow dryers at once or the neighborhood gossip lady who gives her latest “observations”.
Then there’s always angst which hair dresser is actually going to work with your hair.
You don’t want the young girl, because she might be too inexperienced.
You don’t want do older woman, because she might be just very slow.
And before it all begins, they serve you a delayed cup of instant coffee which now has gotten cold.
Now, there are some good moments too.
It’s always exciting to have a peek on how others haircuts ended up.
People will provide (=complain) you about the latest news.
And my personal highlight, the hair washing.
I have been struggling with restless legs syndrome.
The one thing that has proved very healing are head massages.
I don’t know why those seem to be closely connected, but it works 😉
The hair washing, including the unintended hair massage, are my moment to relax.
Everything went well until another person sat down next to me.
Unlike me, she was didn’t need to relax. She started talking about her super duper fun weekend, loudly.
How do you feel about going to the hair dresser?