I got my hair cut this morning, and it was exceedingly good timing because Courtney, the lovely hairdresser I had last time, is moving to another state straight after work this evening. I snagged the very last appointment slot available today!
The hair cut she gave me last time was great, it had lasted really well, and I wasn't yet at the total desperation stage of needing a haircut. My hair was just going a bit flat on top, and generally looked too tidy, I prefer it to be very short with lots of messy layers, to help give it some volume and shape.
After I left the salon I went to pick up the post, and I called Doc C to let him know. Whilst I was waiting at the pedestrian crossing and talking to the Doc, I could see out of the corner of my eye that the woman next to me kept shooting glances my way. When I came off the phone she turned to me, and said "Your hair is really pretty. Did you get it done in town?"
Isn't that exactly what you want a total stranger to say straight after you've had a hair cut? I was chuffed! Naturally I directed her towards the salon, with a very big smile on my face.
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