Okay, this is CRAZINESS.
There was a woman in my chair recently; we’ll call her ‘Betty’.
She is concerned that i am shallow, since i frequently talk about vanity (mine and others) -
I mean, come on, it’s my JOB. I love and encourage and embrace vanity. Without vanity, I might have become a meat packer or a lumber jack (well, not really likely, but you get the idea)
Well anyhow, ‘Betty’ has her hair coloured and cut regularly, undergoes laser hair removal, is tattooed, has permanent make-up, has had cosmetic surgery and has had her teeth whitened.
She insists that she is not vain.
Now I wasn’t born yesterday (although since taking the Orenda products i might look like it)
and I know vanity when i see it. I see it EVERY DAY.
So i did what any beauty operator would do in that situation…
I said ….. “why don’t we just do a “1/4 inch trim”.
That magic phrase has gotten me out of more tight situations than i can count.
Keep it in your back pocket, you never know when it will come in handy. Try it the next time you are pulled over for speeding (use this technique only if she is a female cop) – speaking of which, i was pulled over by an officer, ONCE.
I leapt from the car in shock, had i run over someone? was the belt of my coat trailing on the ground outside the car door? was the smiley face i had painted on the license plate in ‘jungle red’ nail polish a moving violation?. She eyed my smart ensemble and gave me the bullhorn to ‘get back in the car’,which of course i did. She asked for my license, i did the ol’ drop and search in the handbag, praying all along that i actually had it with me. Ah-Ha! Triumph!, i gave it to her.
“uh……… this is a cosmetology licence” she said.
“Oh, right, sorry. Would you like a 1/4″ trim?” i enthusiastically asked. She was stymied.
and just like that, all was right in my world again, and off i went to embrace vanity.
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Oh that is funny Wendy! I can just see you pulling out your license!
I LOVED this!!! I totally saw you in action with that police officer. Great writing, Girrrl!
AS USUAL you crack me up! You are are great writer and I think, ahem… a comedian!
Can’t wait to read more~
You go GRRRL! Scissors beat Paper!
ro sham bo baby!
okay, now I’m paranoid, yer not tawking about me are you???? (the ultimate in self-centric personality, not only vain, but narcissistic as well, hey, it’s a Two-fer!). Hey Sugar, you seem as vain as me, want my number!?
In l989 i moved to a small town and after a couple of months i was badly in need of a haircut. i hardly knew anyone to ask for references so i thought what the hell i’ll just walk into a place that seems ok. how bad could it be. i headed into town and not far off the square i found a nice salon. i walked in and there was this burly macho guy who would not be my first choice. i tried to position myself with another hairdresser, but this man said he was the owner and would be happy to cut my hair. checkmate. again i thought, “How bad could it be.” we fall into discussion about spouses. i was a bit aggravated with mine. we’d just moved and that always seems to bring up all the li’l demons. he enters in talking about his wife while he’s waving the scissors near my head progressively making the stories more and more heated. then he starts referring to her as a bitch and i notice the scissors getting a little more wild. i’m starting to sweat a bit and then he says he just gave her a little slap one day just for a heads up to bring her back to her senses. at this point i’m frozen in the chair. i have NOT been looking at my hair. i’m thinking if he’s admitting this much to me what is really going on there. and i’m just about to totally freak when he finishes. i look in the mirror and i look like julie andrews in THE SOUND OF MUSIC– only about 25 years too late. i pay him. he gives me his card. i flee. later that day i read the card and it says something euphonious like Lord Byron. names are not revealed to protect the innocent. i struggled with should i report him but felt my information was not enough to give the police anything. today i would have made some calls. and i learned: always get references.