I consider myself a pretty social person. But sometimes I just want to get through the chores of life without a bunch of small talk. I sometimes dread getting my hair cut. My usual hairdresser is pretty business like which is why I like her. We are friendly but I’m not there to make friends or reveal my life story. This past weekend I needed a trim and my usual girl was out, so I got someone new.
This bitch would not shut the fuck up. It felt like I was getting grilled. Where is my iPod when I need it? Ugh. I started imagining stuffing a hot towel in her mouth. Why do people feel the need to be chatty if they are hairdressers? I really wish I had a friend that could come over to the house. A glass of wine would have been great. Some women think the salon is a place to relax. Not me, I want to get in, get the fuck out, and enjoy natural beauty without chemical smells that make you wonder if it’s making mutating women’s DNA.
Ok 🙂 End rant.