As I was heading home, there seemed to be a backup just as I was passing my hair cutting place. Why the fuck not? So I pulled in. I was really overdue anyway. My last haircut was the week after Thanksgiving. The woman at the front desk was clearly not thrilled - muttering about how busy they were today, etc. But I didn't say anything and didn't move and she told me to go wait. I sat down and pulled out my phone and didn't even have time to look up what was causing the traffic backup before Shay came over to get me for my haircut.
I told her the only maintenance I ever would do is run my fingers through it after I finished my shower. And that I did not want an old lady cut. She said OK and that was the last word she uttered until she was nearly done. Seriously. No chit chat. No stupid questions. No nothing. It was heaven. And she did a great job. It's short and wild looking and I love it. I've been going to Rudy's for years. I just walk in and take whoever they give me. I have never once asked for the name of a hair cutter so I could get them again... until today. I have Shay's card with all her contact info. All is good.
I might skip my now daily walk to Uwajimaya. It's already 11:30 and I haven't even turned on the lights in the sewing room. I think I'd better get on that now.