This morning, I was taken of a dazzling desire to go to the hairdresser. My hair was so much damaged that they could not wait 24 h besides, normal.

Only on Mondays mornings, it is shabbat at the kings of the chisel. I therefore failed in a living room, and there, surrealism.

I come back, broad grin type bonjouuuur, I get ready to give you from the friiic . The girl of the reception, not a smile, no one good morning, no one what I can make for you . Border I made it shit what. Then me, model customer, I decide to make appointment nevertheless, and not to trust this gourd without zygomatique.

One hour later, I come back. The pouff of reception remembered me. And of course, I always made her shit so much. Neither good morning or smile, anything. Then hop, a young ptite takes my jacket and my bag, and tells me to instal me in the receptacle to wash hair. The girl, she had so badly cut hair that I asked so that she takes care not of me (yes I know it is very bloody stupid, since she can not auto-cut hair, and therefore it is not her her incompetent, but ok).

By passing, I point out that a hairdresser did again her wicks recently. Recently, that is ya type 20 minutes, and that she still has the alu on the head. And that she makes a brushing to a customer. Normal. What, makes not your shocking, it is normaaaal, besides the cosmeticians when you are going to make a care, they always keep their bands of wax on the eyebrows that they have just had the time to put before arrive at you. No? No.

In short. Shampoo coughed. You want a care? Reflex: no (it is a care) a lot.

I arrive in front of the mirror, and there it is another hairdresser who comes. And who begins sounding off because I accepted care and because waffle it is impossible to disentangle all this, not but it is really not possible. Ok, it is good, I understood, I go back to make a care, just like that you will stop pt t telling me off while are supposed to you to lick me feet seen which I am a customer. And there, it is a third hairdresser who takes care of me. This did very job in the chaine . N 1 makes shampoos, n 2 the cut, n 3 care.

Finally, finally n 2 cuts me hair. Without addressing me a word. Then I say not, I go not at the hairdresser to knock each other about the chat, but ok, a little of interest for the client, it is death either (and this gives a good picture of the shop as long as to make). But in fact his debate with his colleague on gloves in latex which causes allergies was really more important.

Of course, I dared nothing to say. It is normal, at the hairdresser, are a bit got from you in hostage. I had was told off because I had refused care, I am going not to take the risk of saying to him and a smile, this would tear from you off the face knowing that she holds scissors in a hand and my hair in other one.

Finally the cut is well (at the same time I asked for tops ", it is not the high - stunt flying of the hairdresser), on the contrary mind of zero reception checked off. I when I go to the hairdresser, it is also for an instant of relaxation, and there frankly, I more felt making them shit than something else.

Therefore I made my chieuse, and I wrote a mail in the seat, and ya interest them to cover me with gold.

And as I am in no way a prostitute (towards my readers, not the living room), I signal that it was Kraemer puts covered market in Strasbourg. Do not go there, they cut well, but they are kind as doors of prison.

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