My hairdresser said, "What are we doing today?"
"Whatever you think I need," I said. "I can't make any decisions today."
"You're always the easiest client," she laughed, "Ok, I'm going to dye your hair purple."
I didn't even flinch. It's a running joke between her and me, and when you've been seeing someone every 8 weeks for almost 10 years, you build a certain level of trust.
After she trimmed my hair and styled it in the way she always does, perfect loose waves that are impossible to duplicate at my house or with my own hands, she turned me around to look at her handiwork.
"So good right? You should do your hair more. Where are you going tonight?"
I must have looked back at her with eyes that said, nowhere but home, lady.
"The rule is you have to go somewhere first," she scolded.
I listened, after all, it is a shame to waste a good blowout.