I like going to the hairdressers. I enjoy the hour or so, on my own, having a coffee, chatting about holidays or whatever it is we end up talking about. I like having my hair straightened and shiny (even if it usually rains or only lasts five minutes).
The one thing I don't like about going to the hairdressers is the head massage I get when having my hair washed. I find it very strange, a little creepy. No one ever asks if I want it done. They just assume I do. Of course, I never say anything, because it would sound a bit impolite, a little ungrateful.
Maybe, one of these days, I'll muster the courage to ask them not to. Especially if I get the same girl who recently washed my hair. She hurt.
Still, it took my mind off the weirdness of it all.
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