Thursday, March 09, 2006

She thinks I'm rad!

As I age I find that I am not only becoming curmudgeonly but I am also becoming cheap. As a result of this new cheap behavior, I am now in the habit of only going to a hairdresser when someone gives me a discount coupon for a first-time visit.

Recently, I went to a “salon & boutique” because I was given a $20 off coupon to see the stylist named on the coupon. When I arrived at the “salon & boutique” I felt that I, at 34, was way too old to be in such an ultra-hip hair palace – a place where lace underwear, chic handbags, and size zero pants were sold - but I needed a haircut so I remained.

When the stylist greeted me at the door, I soon learned that she - a heavily tatooed, skater, snowboarder, and surfer – just returned from traveling for a month to Australia and New Zealand trying to catch that illusive “killer wave.” At that moment I knew I was even further out of my element than I first realized. Since I do not surf, skate, or snowboard we had very little common ground but in an effort to make conversation she asked me about myself. When asked to talk about myself, I tried to think of the coolest and most hip thing I could tell her but all that came out of my mouth was, “I am a haus frau. I moved here with my partner and now I make her lunches, do the laundry, and wash the dishes.” Although she seemed mildly interested in my haus frauly duties it was hard to tell if she, herself, was really interested or if she was feigning interest out of professional obligation. Regardless, I continued to bather on nervously throughout the hour-long cut.

At the conclusion of the haircut she handed me five $20 off coupons and explained that I should give them out to first time visitors to the “boutique & salon.” I took them obediently. When I got home TW gushed about my cute hair and expressed an interest in going to see this new stylist. So I dutifully gave her one of the $20 off coupons with the caveat that I made a fool of myself and that she might not want to announce her affiliation to me if she wanted to retain some street cred. TW agreed.

However, when TW arrived at the salon she instinctively told the stylist of her relation to me. To TW’s surprise the stylist immediately remembered me and remarked, "Oh, yeah. She's your house bitch, right? That’s really rad."

When TW told me about this exchange I laughed like giddy schoolgirl. I love being a house bitch. I am so totally going back to see her for a haircut, that is of course after I have used all my other half off coupons for the myriad of other stylists in the city.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't understand why you didn't bond over your shared love of snowboarding.

jf

10:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Little G,

So, you did get a haircut, I was going to say something on Wednesday. And you used your coupon, was that from A? Good on you, your hair looks great. I am a first time blog reader and I am enjoying reading them all.
See you on Wednesday.

Ellen(bus buddy)

7:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"House bitch?" LOL!

6:47 AM  

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