A teenaged girl sat in my chair, and she was nervous about getting her hair cut, as she was trying to grow it out. When she took her hair down from the messy bun it was tied up in, it fell way below her waist.
“How long are you trying to grow it?!” I asked her, but she could only reply “as long as I can.”
Unfortunately for her, she was under the impression that growing her hair out means never cutting it. I gave her the standard lecture about how hair grows better (faster and healthier) when it is kept regularly trimmed because hair naturally grows into split ends. So even though your hair might get longer, frankly it’s going to look like crap. (If you’re going to have long hair, you at least need to take care of it!) So, I had to cut off probably around 6-8 inches to get her hair healthy again. She reluctantly let me do it, and I assured her that her hair would still be very long, and it would look so much better. I showed her what I was doing every step of the way, so she didn’t freak out too much.
When I was done, she agreed that it did look and feel much better, but as she stood looking at herself in the mirror, she exclaimed “It’s sooo short!” Now, a lady waiting in the lobby heard this. She got up to assure the girl that “by no means would anyone call <her> hair short.”
After all, it was still down below her waist.
A lady sat down in my chair and told me to “do something with this mop.” Then she got quiet, in that uncomfortable way. It turns out that growing up, her father had always called her “mop head.” He had recently passed away, and she realized she would never hear it again.
I assured her that if she didn’t cut her hair, then inevitably someone would call her that again, but it wouldn’t be the same.
I talk to a lot of people in all sorts of industries. This leads to lots of stories on all sorts of topics.
For example, a hotel front desk manager was telling me how demanding some people can be. We live in an area that has a lot of nature, and we get a lot of tourists each year for “leaf season.” This hotel manager related a story about how someone was trying to make a reservation, but wanted to know exactly which day the leaves would change, so she could plan accordingly.
Hint: There is not a specific day where this happens. As with all weather, trip planning is mostly luck.
I meet a lot of people that are new to the area or have lived lots of places, so the question “what brought you to this town?” is always a topic of conversation. The most common answers are “work” or “I just liked the area.” I had one man, however, tell me a more interesting story.
It seems his (grown) daughter was tired of the place they lived in. Her parents her retired, and the only thing keeping them in the small town was their daughter, so if she left, they would leave too. When the wanderlust got too much to handle, the dad told his wife and daughter “go drive around until you find where you want to live.” So they set off on a road trip, exploring the country. When they reached this town, they called the dad and said “we found it. We want to live here.” And so they did. They never came back to their old home. The dad took care of selling the house and packing any valuable possessions, and then he followed them. So they live here now, and apparently never looked back.
As someone who has moved more times than she can count, I envy this. They literally just up and left, with no regard for the things they left behind. Even when I try to do that, I still end up with a truckful of stuff, and I’ve never moved to a place that I had never really been to before.
So here’s to you, adventurers.