when going to the salon or "hair parlor" as I heard it referred to yesterday one doesn't know what to expect..
yesterday was full on entertainment...
my hair-stylist was running a bit late so I waited, played draw something and flipped through a magazine...until I heard the lady in the chair say " are you talking about the little old lady with white hair?" with a li'l head tilt and squinted eyes I zeroed in on the conversation...the lady in the chair come to find out was my hair stylist's grandmother. she is in her late 80's and calling another lady "old." this made me giggle.
when I got in the chair, carrie, told me more stories about her grandmother and I couldn't help but laugh out loud for several minutes.
she was telling me how Grammy has a boyfriend and how Grammy was complaining about how "spry" he was. I asked how they met. Carrie proceeded to look at me in the mirror with a smirk and said, "at a stamp club." this brought another round of laughter. carrie also told me how at thanksgiving her brother told Grammy that "her boyfriend just wanted to lick her stamp." I fell out of the chair.
great day at the hair parlor indeed.
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