Life At The Hair Salon

One salon I worked in had several interesting stylists. One in particular liked to wear either blond or Ronald McDonald red hair. She had 4 boys by 4 different men, but she knew who, when, where, and that child support had better be there. She liked to hang out at a certain club.

One day, while I was at the front desk, a man approached me and said, “Hey, I saw you last night.” My response was “Where?” as I knew that I had been at home. “Down at the (He named the above club).”

“No it wasn’t me.”

“Yeah, you were over in the corner with all of those guys surrounding you.”

“No, it wasn’t me. I was at home last night.”

“Yes it was.”

“No it wasn’t. I don’t drink, I can’t stand the smoke. I have never been to that club!”

He kept insisting that it was me. I finally had to take him back on the floor (you were not allowed back there unless you were getting your hair done) to see his girlfriend to convince him that it was not me. The stylist mentioned above was doing her hair. She almost dropped her marcel irons she was laughing so hard at the idea that I could have been at that club. With her reaction and his girlfriend saying “That was not her,” he finally believed me.

The hiliarious part is that this particular club was not just a club, it was a strip club. The really hiliarious part is that at this club, the customers got up on stage and stripped.

At the time, I had a very distinct asymetrical hair cut, almost shaved on one side, feathered into a tapered back with the right side short on top and a long layer past my shoulder. It would have been hard to confuse me with someone else.

I have often wondered who this other person was, and how much of her stuff that I have gotten blamed for!

Well, it seems that everyone wants the “juicy stuff!”  One person suggested that I write about other hair salons that I have been in, one wants stories about how clients have messed up their own hair, and my favorite suggestion:  write stories about the ones who want to read the juicy stuff so that they will recognize themselves even with the “names changed to protect the guilty!”

So, let’s see, stories from another salon in another city.

I managed a large salon with fourteen stylists several years ago in another city.  There are some stories!

We had one stylist, a man, very good looking and nice, had six children.  His wife had left him for another woman.  He was raising all of them.  One day he gets a phone call from the ex-wife.  She wanted him to come over and help her.  He gets there and finds her handcuffed to the bed.  Apparently, her lover had handcuffed her and left!  I would loved to have heard that conversation!

Apparently, some people feel that I should spice things up a bit.   What is your opinion on that?

I thought that I might do an occasional “Overheard at the Hair Salon.”  As in, last week, I overheard someone at the hair salon say, “Getting your hair done is a lot like having sex.  It’s okay by yourself, but it’s a lot more fun when someone else does it!”