43/365 - Salon Sexy

I've been hit on plenty of times before, but not usually while I'm in the process of getting my hair done. I happened to be at the salon today getting a cut and some, ahem, "highlights." The place I go to is a cute little shop along the main drag of a cute little town north of here. Here's a picture from last October, which is the last time I attended to my hair. I figured I would post this shot in lieu of any before and after photos that would prove how gray and long overdue today's visit really was.

Little Shop of Haircuts happens to be right next to one of the town's pubs. While I was waiting for my color to set, I mentioned I hadn't had any lunch and Carla, my stylist, wisely suggested I call next door for some soup or a sandwich. After I called and placed my order, I figured the pub would deliver, but no, I was expected to go next door to pick up my lunch, decked out as I was in a beauty salon cape and my hair all wigged out in foil and dye. Thanks for the heads up, there on that one, Carla.

I drew quite a few stares from the other customers as I sidled up to the bar to ask if my order was ready. As you could imagine, it didn't take much to get the attention of the bartender, but he was completely unfazed by my appearance, as was the case with the two regulars at the bar. How do I know they were regulars? Because the first thing they nonchalantly said was, "Looks like you've been to Carla's." Small town you see. "Sure hope it turns out better than it looks now." I laughed with them and chatted for a bit, which must've been all the encouragement they needed. One of the guys asked how long I had to leave "them foil things" in my hair. When I said, "Oh, probably 20 or 30 minutes," they both chimed in, "Plenty of time to have a drink with us then" and "you can come back later and show us how purty you turn out."

Um, there was a mirror behind the bar. The way I figured it, you've got to be either pretty drunk or pretty desperate (or both) to hit on a woman who looked like I did at that moment. I smiled and kindly said, "Thank you, but I have someplace I need to be." And off I fled, back to the Little Shop of Haircuts to eat my soup and finish getting purtied up.