I just got assaulted by a hairdresser!

[sparkindarkness]

So b/f moseyed to the hairdressers today. I kind of followed for the expensive coffee and to make catty comments (and the fact they serve wine and expensive coffee tells you just how overpriced this place is). I do this quite frequently mainly because it annoys b/f in a cute way :) I can never understand why he goes to this place (and even has a regular stylist) when he only EVER gets a trim and temporary colour.

So I ensconce myself and sip my latte and twit him about his colour choices when I hear a snarling roar behind me. I turn and am confronted by a petite rage filled hairdresser

Hairdresser: YOU!
Me: Me?
Hairdresser: Are you waiting for someone to be free? (hah, like they take anyone without appointment)
Me: No... just waiting for him *points at boyfriend busily involving himself with crimson streaks and golden highlights* (oh dear, I was expecting to be evicted for freeloading coffee)
Hairdresser: Why?! You come here EVERY time he does and never get anything?!
Me: sorry... do you want me to leave?
Hairdresser: NO! Do you have any idea how many men we get in here with hair below their waists?
Me: No..
Hairdresser: And do you know how many men with long hair actually have GOOD hair and not straggly messes who come in here?
Me: errr... no...
Hairdresser: NONE, that's how many! And you come in with that hair and won't let any of us play with it!
B/f: *collapses laughing*
Me: *glares at them all* he put you up to this, didn't he?

They say not, but they all grinned. Curse him diffusing my attempts to mock him.

But I had my revenge! He had to wait while I got interesting stripy hair :)

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[sparkindarkness.livejournal.com]

So much for advertising? Most people really don't notice long hair unless you have it in a style that is designed to draw attention.

Nice to see the boss has relented. My boss commented once on it, but I formed a team with the Office Dyke to scream discimination since there is a woman in the office with nearly as long hair (we actually went on and on calling him a nazi without letting him get a word in while his fellow partner collapsed laughing in a corner).

he pointed out that male-female dress codes were different and allowed - after all, she wore make up. I offered to wear make up as well (and Office Dyke said she'd stop wearing make up if he dared make make-up madatory - quickly backed by just about every female in the office) - and he gave up and went to hide in his office until the uppity-ness stopped :)



Heee, pictures would destroy my anonymity and then I wouldn't be able to post about the random inanities of my clients. It would also require me to have a digital camera which wasn't broken (we got one! And killed it.)