Tonight I was rushing through Wal-mart for a few items with my kids in toe. As I walked I was getting lots of looks (due to the loud hair color). Finally this one little girl turned her head to follow me and said loudy "Oh My G--, did you see her hair?!!" I walked on proud, shoulders back, head held high embracing humiliation once again.
I made a phone call today for a hair place to restore a better look. It was a place I have driven by many times. I decided to take the right pre-cautions and asked how long the lady had been in service, over 10 years? sounds good.
Can I make an appointment?
Yes, when would you like to come?
Do you have any available slots tomorrow?
Yes, what time do you want?
(Huh? They have that many open slots...first red flag)
Uhhh, mid- morning.
(second red flag, they didn't take my name or number.)
I call back
Hello, I just made an appointment for tomorrow 10am but they didn't get my name don't you need my name?
No, you can just come.
(thinking I need to find a new stylist.)
Due to gall bladder complications I am pretty good at belching contests. My son informed me that he had read in his "The way things were" book that in olden times it was considered good manners when one burped after a meal, indicating they were full and it was delicious. I think we need to reinstate that as a good manner.