So, I'm on a layover in Seattle. And I need a haircut. Because as soon as I get home tomorrow, I'm repacking and driving to Boise, Idaho, with the pooch for a 4-day visit with my family. All of that to say, that I headed across the street from the hotel to the mall in Seattle. I found a Master Cuts hair joint....with a grand opening special of $10....I'll take it. I have my regular place in Portland -- but just this once, I'll get it done on the road.
No credit cards today, she tells me...the machine isn't working yet. We just opened today...just two hours ago. Gee, I'm a guinea pig, it seems. She is close to my age....giant, giant bangs curled with a large diameter curling iron and gracing her forehead. The back has been permed and dyed and strikes the middle of her back. The scent of gum wafting from her mouth is cinnamon....and about three days old, I'm guessing. She is pleasant...very much so. Tells me she's from Pendleton, Oregon, which didn't really surprise nor phase me. It's a conservative town of 17,000 in Eastern Oregon state. Both of her parents, aunt and uncle worked at the prison there. Another hair cutter named Zoey was paired up with a guy slightly older than me while I was there. He sat down, Zoey took her place behind him to cut his hair, and she stopped. Zoey had no idea what she was doing. They had to drag another chopper of locks out of the back room to cut the dude's hair. Zoey was banished to standing nearby and told to "watch me so you'll know how to do it next time." Oh dear Jesus.....help me. She asks me what kind of product I use on my hair (that's the new buzz word, you know....product....). I tell her I've got numerous that I go back and forth between....Joe, Super Ego, Crew, KMS, Axe...... She tells me she's heard of one of them.
I'm glad she was nice. And I'm glad it was only $10.