Hair

Just had a vigorous session at the hairdressers!
When I walked in and found that there were 4 staff sitting around chatting (out of a total of 4) with no customers I hoped that they could fit me in.
The boss who is the only one who speaks English (and that's fine because I don't speak enough Cantonese) nods one of the others over to me who points at the chair next to the window and gestures for me to sit down, of course I do.
Then she puts one of those really attractive plastic bibs on me. And I wait, this lady then goes to sit down and staff all chat some more.
I wait for about 2 mins then the lady comes back to me and puts a towel around my shoulders, making sure she has tucked it well in to the collar of my shirt, oh hang on I don't have a collar but she tries to tuck it in anyway vigorously. She wanders off, gets herself a drink of water (its taxing stuff this) and comes back with another plastic cape, this time a little smaller. She puts that around the towel and off she goes again.
A short time later (although it felt like longer) as I sit flicking through a March edition of 'OK', finding out things I really didn't know I needed to know about Courtney Cox and Anna Nicole Smith (not in the same article) the boss comes and asks what I want doing, I stun him with a reply of "my hair cut please, just a few inches of the ends and he walks away. I sit and wait, and sure enough my ever helpful girl Friday comes over takes me by the arm and pushes me to lie down on a flatish bed thing and put my head in a sink for a wash, and not just a hair wash either, it was such a vigorous hair wash that if I had hairy toes (and I don't by the way) they would have been shampooed and rinsed as well.
If I had any loose hairs on my head that were thinking about shedding this next week or so the decision was taken away from them. She gave my head a full work out, moving me one way and then the other to make sure that every follicle was given its turn in the wringer. There was so much blood rushing to my head I don't think I could have stood up, it was most bizarre.
Then she threw a towel around my head and pointed back to the chair, where I sat for not so long this time until the boss man came and did a great job on cutting my hair.
And all for the bargin price of $120

One thing about having a hair cut from someone that doesn't speak much English, I didn't have to have one of those silly chats "Oh so are you doing anything exciting this weekend?"