Review Of The First-Ever Hair Salon
I’m sure all of the issues are just teething problems…
After decades of clogging shower drains, suffering tension headaches, and dating men who turned out to be nothing more than rogue traders looking for free use of my Rapunzel-esque hair ladder, I was thrilled to learn of the first-ever “hair salon” opening right here in my hometown.
Admittedly, there was some initial confusion whereby I misunderstood the salon’s “Get The Snip” signage as a long overdue push on male birth control. It wasn’t until my Greg returned home embarrassed — but with a sweet textured crop — that I realized my error.
Luckily, I think the mishap will have taught the industry a lesson. I’m just positive this will be the first and last pun-based hairdresser name that we as a people have to endure.
When my appointment rolled around, I was shocked as I reached the salon’s frontage. I can’t quite believe I’m writing this, but, well…you can see straight into the salon from the street.
Instead of being afforded some privacy while sitting with scraped-back wet hair, under a torrid combination of sunshine and overhead lighting, patrons were instead plonked right by the window.
Visible to everyone.
