A Trip to the Salon

I am a simple man. I even pride myself in my simplicity. So when it comes to hair, hair cuts, hair styles, etc., I’ve never spent more than $15 on a hair cut. Throughout my life, my hair has either been cut by the 8-dollar-per-hour employees of SuperCuts, or the zero-dollar-per-hour family member/friend.

However, over these past few months, my appearance had grown rather shaggy. With only working part time, and having a blind boss, my overall appearance went downhill. But with a job interview looming on the horizon, I felt it necessary to clean up a bit.

Wanting to keep my longish hair, I planned on going to one of the many nearby barbers to get my hair did. The powers that be told me it was not wise to entrust my newly-grown mane to the 5-dollar-haircut people.

This same power that be suggested I visit a nearby “studio” instead.

Thus became my first experience with a “salon.”

Now, I don’t like the word “salon.” Since I am a simpleton, even the word “salon” seems rather pretentious. What, you’re not good enough to have your recently-detached hair burrow into every nook and cranny of your body, bothering you for weeks, like the rest of us?

So needless to say, I was hesitant. I passed through solid-glass double doors and entered the hard-wood-floor studio. This place was much more chic than I was used to. It reminded me of art studios in New York. Very minimalist. Full-length, free-standing mirrors. Music was a little too loud. Weird lighting.

I was greeted by the Managing Director – who introduced himself as such. He was in a suit and tie, and had a fancy watch. I was in sweats and a t-shirt; I felt under dressed.

It was weird.

I was then offered a beverage and/or snack.

Also weird.

I then filled out a little questionnaire (name, birthday, phone number, blood type, etc.)

Still weird.

I then waited a bit for the stylist to get ready.

Not weird.

I was then taken to the back where they washed my hair.

I knew that was going to happen (the power that be told me so), but it was still kinda weird.

The rest was fairly normal. She cut my hair, then rinsed it out again. She styled it for me, I paid, and was on my way. The conversation was typical and mildly enjoyable.

A side note, the studio also had central vacuuming. The stylists would just sweep the hair up to a place in the wall, and then open a little hatch, and it would suck up all the hair.

Weird, but cool.

So, all in all, my first experience in a salon was – in a word – weird. But it certainly wasn’t bad. It was interesting and new, and even a little enjoyable. I may even go back.

But still…I mean…ME?…at a SALON?

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