The woman had been coming to the salon for years. Michelle had listened to her drone on with the fortitude of a saint. As time progressed, so did the gossip and out of her mouth came snakes, toads, and lizards. Michelle didn’t want to hear the foul blather, but what could she do? She snipped her hair in silence and nodded.
One day, the woman regaled Michelle with the rancid details of her affair with a married man. When Michelle realized it was her friend’s husband, a smile crossed her face.
Months later, after getting her hair cut, the woman thanked Michelle and turned to leave. Michelle gazed at the expanding bald spot at the back of the woman’s head that had grown a bit broader that day…
Have you ever used the salon or barber shop as a place to blow off steam?
Do you trust your hairdresser?
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