It was my usual trip to the chair and let me tell ya its not always about the hair. The boss is never to busy to say hey there!, and it is the same every time there. The folks, over there at Allure salon, treat you finer that frogs hair. Its like that place where friends gather, they hang your coat, remove your glasses, tuck your collar, bring you a glass of water, and even sweep up the hair before you leave that chair! And then, then comes ascension to the falls of glory, where those tiny, finer than frog-hair-hairs, are scrubbed away with vigor, precision and care.
One might conclude that after the chair, the sweeping of the hair, and the falls of glory, that must be all, I mean that's fair after removing all that unwanted hair! But wait there is more . . . there is a return trip to the chair. Descending down from the falls, through the clouds where blue birds fly, where white powdery puffs, (not lemon drops) tweezers and bifocals remove even the finest of frogs hair and even fine-frog-hair-"splinters"!!
Then . . those magic fingers . . . better than Blue Eyes's witchcraft, with the just the right mixture clear and white . . . prepare one, looking his best for the final fight.
It would be okay to linger in the hair char and cuss and discuss with everyone there. I'll bet you never thought, when asking me to share, that I would tell you about a marvelous trip to the chair!
The person who cares for my hair, tried to explain how she may have to leave there and no longer cut my hair in that chair.
I have decided no way, she must stay.