Gray hair? What gray hair?
Exchange with Tom, my stylist, at my most recent haircut.
Me: You know, I think my hair is actually getting thicker!
Tom, after a pause: Is it also getting grayer?
Me: Yeah – there are a lot of them now.
Tom: Well… there you go.
#winning
Tom could have sorted out a way of wording things to address texture and whatnot, rather than going directly for “you are aging rapidly, so your happiness at your hair’s newfound thickness is really misguided.”
He’s not exactly subtle. I like to think it’s because English is his second language, but that’s become less plausible since his vocabulary is better than mine.
Does Tom not care about his tip? He really needs to play along and live in your pretend world with you. I mean it’s so much more fun when you have company in Pretend World, right? 😉
He’s been cutting my hair for over a decade and knows the magic he works is real – so he can say whatever he wants and as long as I don’t look like a mangey cat when I leave, he will be tipped well!
I know the value of a tried and true hair stylist. I haven’t found one yet out here in the wild Pacific NW. Maybe if I wanted pink punk hair…
Oooh… pink punk hair could be fun!