It was a Wednesday morning about 10. I had an hour to kill before I had to be at my next meeting. I have not shaved the beard I grew in November for the play we were in. Two people at work told me they like it. That’s all the encouragement I need! My cheeks will never feel the stroke of a razor again.
The problem was my hair was getting a bit squirrely too. A friend walked into the coffee shop where I was meeting with a co-worker and said I looked like the Unibomber. Now, this dude shaves from his adam’s apple to the nape of his neck so he clearly prefers the bowling ball look, but I knew he had a point.
I drove across the street to a Wing Cuts or Great Chops or whatever the $12.95 hairdo place was located. To my dismay, it was closed. Like, out of business closed, so I needed another option. Alas, I remembered that there was a shop of some sort beside the fast food Japanese restaurant the girls and I frequent right around the corner. Maybe I’d be able to smell the Teryaki Chicken while in the chair.
When I drove up, I was a bit intimidated. It looked more like a salon than a Sports Clips. It was called E.A. Wells Hair Design. Fancy schmancy! I wasn’t sure they would take me cause I wasn’t sure I had enough on the top of my head to design anything. But Abbey greeted me with such enthusiasm, I figured I’d give it a go.
She escorted me to the back of the shop and sat me in a chair which was attached to a sink. It reclined and at the top had a scoop cut out of the ceramic where you rested your neck. My head just dangled about in the burgundy bowl.
Homegirl scrubbed my scalp like I was her dog. She’d put some product of some sort on my head and just go to town. She’d rinse and repeat. She did that like four times. My head must have been way, way dirty. And she didn’t even get my clothes wet!
Man did it feel good. I was gonna ask her to marry me, I mean the stuff she was doing was very personal. Hmmm. Perhaps I could just hire her to wash my hair on a daily basis. Do people do that?
She asked me how I wanted my hair cut. I told her the regular way.
She told me she was going to give me some style.
I’m not sure if she did. But it was a nice haircut. The only problem is that my bangs, the hair in the front, are really, really long. This morning, on the way to church, I had to put them in a small banana clip to try to get my hair to dry in the away position rather than in my right eyeball. As I walked down Morgan Street from the parking deck on our way to the sanctuary, I realized I had not removed the fastener from my head. Stephanie was walking beside me, and we were having a conversation.
“Did you not realize the clip was still in my hair?” I asked.
“Yeah. I sort of did,” she responded.
Did she just not put together that I don’t typically wear my hair in a partial ponytail or did she actually want me to walk into church looking like a 1980’s sorority girl?
Regardless, I now have a style, and I think I’ll go back because it was only $9 more than Supercuts. And because Abbey has magic fingers.