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When I venture through the doors of a hair salon, usually I stand at the brink of insanity. My hair has become so long that either it has to go or my life must end. Therefore, when I feel the locks falling to the ground around me, I want to cry out for joy that I am finally relieved of the nappy, woolly burden. So, in this way, I am overjoyed when I get my haircut.
There is something I hate, though, as well.
Small talk.
Why do all the stylists think that I need to have a long conversation? They don't really care about me or what I do or how many kids I have! Then I am obligated to ask them the same questions, and believe me, I don't care what their life-long goals are, either. A lady who sat down next to me, after two minutes of hair sheering, was getting into some pretty intimate life struggles with her hair person, and I am sure they just barely met! How awkward is that!? Is it something to do with the chair or dead brain cells being lopped off to make one think they can just open up and let all the feelings and emotions run rampant? Well, not this paying customer. I'll keep my feelings (whatever those are) to myself...
Enter Kate.
My stylist today was perfect. She invited me to her space and asked me to have a seat. She was older and I could tell had sheared many a head. She worked fast and furious and the only questions she asked me were "How would you like your hair?" and "How does it look?" She gave me a great cut minus all the uncomfortable, superficial conversation.
As I sat in the "therapists chair," I listened to the gaggle of women carrying on horribly annoying conversations around me and I was grateful that Kate was just there to cut my hair. So bottom line: Today, I found a new hair stylist. And she got a good tip, too!
oh boy do I hear ya sister...you are a sister now if you're talking about going to the salon. i can't stand it. Luckilly for me, my stylist is a chatty chatty gal and she takes the conversation completly over. We rarely talk about me, mostly it's all her...she even gets the folks in other chairs involved. So i just get to watch and usually don't have to say much.
it's all worth it though when they wash your hair. I could have someone rub my head for hours.
I once found myself in an old school Barber shop.. three cowboys sitting on the benches waiting for their turn while this good 'ol boy cut my hair and gave me a good shave. All the while I noticed these boys weren't waiting for a cut, but they were there for the conversation. I learned about Cattle, and twisters, and why when you're selling your best horse - to listen to the great things you tell the buyer.. then think if you really want to sell your best horse..
If I had my way I would fly to Sulpher OK. everytime I needed a good cut, and shave.
Where have all the Barbers Gone? is what I ask....
I never though about it that way- but it really is true. You find out the most interesting crap you wish you never heard in the salon!
I am almost always on the opposite side of it, being a hair stylist. I have heard horror stories from people that I have know for 5 minutes. Luckily, I am into the chatting, and it always makes for an interesting story when I get home. I guess dropping a 20 on a haircut is cheaper than therapy for some people.
Congratulations on finding a hair stylist. That is not an easy thing to do. I hope Kate appreciated her good tip...those are hard to come by too.
It's true that some hair stylist pretend to be a therapist along with doing hair. We now have at least 1 vote against the multi tasking hair stylist/therapist. I wonder how many more like the silent hair cut................