Rants: Screw the World!

Rant 2 ~ Hair Salons

Hair salons. Love 'em or hate 'em. Right now, I'm a little bit of both.

Let's start with ridiculous appointment times. When everyone else gets the good spots and they're filling up the places nobody wants, you end up having to go at 10 in the morning. AKA way too early.

Then, you've got the brush. That eternally cursed instrument of tugging and pulling is the bane of my existence. My limp hair tangles way too easily, and the only brush I've found to work is boar bristle.

Well, brushes are for another rant.

Anyways I do not like the hair salon brush. Moving on.

I had to get my highlights touched up because they've faded over the summer, so she slapped on that uncomfortable blue cap and started poking my head and pulling my hair.

Oh, the pain of beauty is a great one.

It feels pretty cool though, I must admit, when she starts brushing on the dye. It's about this point where I start falling asleep, especially under the dryer. It just feels so good, especially when they massage their fingers through your hair... and rub your scalp raw... I'll definitely be dandruff-free for a day or two.

Oh, and I'm still trying to figure out what scent that shampoo was. I'm thinking either black licorice, peppermint, or saltwater taffy... okay maybe not the taffy. With all the chemicals in the air and everything it's really hard to tell what the hell it was supposed to smell like. But whatever it was smelled really good!

I've determined that all hair salons have:

- that same shampoo/hairspray mix odor permeating the air

- brushes that pull really bad (and a considerate lack of boar bristle brushes... maybe next time I'll just bring my own.)

- at least one young, inexperienced girl using some poor person as an experiment

- an uncomfortable place to rest your head when you lean back into the sink

- and of course, we can't forget the hairdresser and customer gossiping as loud as they can.

Oh shat, is that Sam out the window?! Holy crap, he'd better not notice me... I'm just gonna keep typing and looking down... this hair salon really doesn't need fucking windows right there... and, he's gone. Phew. You know, maybe next time I'll rant about his disgusting species. Those dumb, idiotic, "popular" people. Ugh.

Vote if you've ever gone to a hair salon! I figure keeping these simple will increase the number of people applicable to the scenario, thus resulting in more votes...

Dedicated to my grandma's friend's dog for getting snot all over me. Thanks a ton, Paisley.