Saturday, November 27
The very first time I teared in a hair salon.
What an utter embarrasment.
It was caused by a myriad of reasons -
1. Shocked by the missing 4 inches worth of hair that was supposed to be there.
2. Shocked, yet again, by the nonexistent colour on my seemingly-black hair.
[It didn't help that they made me feel like the emperor in The Emperor and His New Clothes.]
3. Rendered immobile by a searing pain.
4. Rendered immobile and speechless by another piercing pain.
5. A low threshold of pain on my part? [I don't think so]
There you have it.
If you were in my shoes, you would have bawled out loud.
What a salon.
The saving consolation lies with their offer of a towel to wipe my tears away.
That was very nice of them, really.
After so much description of my humiliating moment,
I should reveal, my hair's a l'il like Edna Mode now.
Without the specs, tho' [not disappointed, are you?]
I am leaving for camp tomorrow.
I have yet to pack.
Another semi-haitus.
Watch this space.
Till then.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 8:36 PM