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Saturday 9th Jan 2010 23:37:12
An appointment at Maureen's
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So yeah . . . M**** rang sometime this morning (she was at work) asking if I could make an appointment at Maureen's, our nearest hairdresser. Both A****** and R****** needed their hair cutting. This would be R******'s very first haircut. Maureen's hairdressers doesn't have an on-line presence, which is fair enough but I would at least expect an entry in yell.co.uk (yeah, yeah, so it costs money, whatever). . . but nothing. So we walked there instead. There was an old lady there, seemingly comatose underneath one of those weird helmet hair-drying things (what are they?!); she was the only customer. A younger lady (say, in her late 40's) came down the stairs (Maureen? Is that her?!) and I asked if she did children's hair. Yep, no problem. Some time after 2 o'clock? How about 2:30? Fine by me. See you then. But to cut a long story short . . . I don't think Maureen's really cut out for cutting children's hair. M**** and I kept trying to get some kind of positive response out of Maureen, during what was actually a very stress-free event. R****** cried a tiny bit, but nothing much. A****** just sat there, doing as he was told. And Maureen just . . . did her job, she cut their hair as she would any of her customers. And to give Maureen her credit, she even got one of R******'s long curls and tied it up in Sellotape, following our half-hearted attempts to do the same. But, erm . . . at the end, Maureen might as well have said, "You know, I really don't usually cut children's hair. It's not my thing, you know? I just do old people. Blue rinses and stuff. I was trained during the 70's and it's not like I've moved on since then, but these old dears . . . they don't really care, you know? They're hip with that," but instead of that she said, "Eleven pounds, please." I don't think we'll be going there again.
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