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Saturday, July 06, 2013

Domestic violence

And it wasn't even my own domicile. Some backstory first, to set the scene. My hairdresser operates out of her house, specifically out of her basement. When I walked into the house, there was a certain je ne sais quois in the air. Her husband was sitting in the kitchen, looking both grim and downcast. We went downstairs to her studio. With a face that looked like thunder, she seized a huge hank of hair from the left side of my face and hacked off a huge piece of it. It was about an inch and a half long, and she continued to hack away at it. She then proceeded to do the same thing on the other side. I couldn't see what she was doing on top of my head, but when she was done it felt like a three day growth of stubble. Yuck. I truly didn't recognize myself. It turns out, dear reader, that she and her husband had had a quarrel.

3 comments:

Paul Mitchell said...

I know that it cannot be that bad, but it's scary thinking of an angry woman with a pair of scissors near your neck.

miriam sawyer said...

That thought did occur to me, but it all happened so fast.

Anonymous said...

One of the reasons I am doubtful of the appeal of home office as remote workplace.