The hairness of things

I love going to the hair salon. Absolutely love it. I love watching the people, eavesdropping, being part of a little world of sisters brought together by the desire for fabulous hair.

My stylist today didn't try as hard as the last to make the smallchat I am so, so bad at. I like to imagine that they keep track of returning customers so they can keep notes on you. I would be ok if mine was something like, 'Friendly but painfully quiet. No inhibition.'

My favorite part of the conversations went like this:
'My boyfriend tells me I have bad breath. I never floss. Can not flossing give you bad breath?'
'Hm. If you leave food on the counter for a week, it will start to smell. I guess it's the same thing, except with food in your teeth.'
'EW. I am so going home and FLOSSING.'