Last month I wrote about everything wrong with visiting the dentist, so I thought I would follow in my own footsteps and write about going to the hairdressers.
Firstly, at the hairdressers I go to, one of my old friends is now doing an apprenticeship there through her college course. I knew her since I was in year 6 and we met at hockey outside of school, and although we weren’t particularly close, I would still talk to her every now and then. But because I haven’t really seen her much in the last two years, apart from when I go to the hairdressers, it can be a bit awkward for me. I mean, I don’t go to the hairdressers that much anyway- I went through a year and a half without cutting my hair once, so that just goes to show you!
The main thing I don’t like about going to the hairdressers, is when they’ve finished, and they’ve cut your hair a bit shorter than you actually wanted, and they’re standing there with the mirror, like “So, what do you think? Do you like it?” and they say it in a way where you don’t want to say “actually, no, that’s not what I wanted…”, and also, you’ve probably been in there for an hour or so, and that’s a lot of effort they’ve put in so it would be rude, and also embarrassing for both you as the customer, and them as the hairdresser.
Finally, the small talk is something I find a bit cringey. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I’ll either say too little, like the occasional “yeah, yeah…”, or I’ll literally tell them my life story, when they’ve only asked me how school’s going. There is no in between.
Apparently being a hairdresser is one of the happiest jobs, so they must clearly be doing something right.