The Hair Stylist
In order to save time, I’ve been cutting my own hair. It works for a period but over time, it becomes a right mess as bad hair days turn to bad hair weeks and months.
I nipped out yesterday to get a haircut at my regular S$7 barbershop at Ayer Rajah but it was closed.
A few doors away, a hairdressing saloon was open. There were no customers in there and a stylist was available.
I decided to try her out.
I had SUCH a DELIGHTFUL hair cut (I should call it a hair styling now) bantering with the stylist. Lovely lady, a Malaysian Cantonese from KL, she’s been in Singapore for 20 years. She has one daughter studying Engineering at ITE.
After I paid her the S$10 for the haircut, she said “Thank you”, while shaking her head from side-to-side, Indian style. When I pointed that out to her in good nature, she burst out laughing! She realised she inadvertently did that because I am Indian.
We had a great laugh over that.
So lovely when a routine errand becomes a delightful experience.