“I will not be supporting that theater.”
She had scissors in her hands.
Hairdresser scissors are the sliciest scissors there are.
Thank goodness this was a phone call.
After giving me the most informative 10 minutes on theater that I have ever gotten, the hairdresser said,
“Well. I’m in the middle of a haircut. I have to go.”
Whoever was sitting in that chair, listening to half of this conversation with dripping wet hair got a heated haircut. Brilliant or bad? I would love to know. I can’t ask the folks at the theater….because, like she said, she will not be setting foot in that theater any time soon.
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