I had an appointment to get my hair cut yesterday. When I arrived and saw Maribel, she didn't look well. She had a migraine, she told me. Refusing to even sit in her chair, at first, I told her there was no way she could do anyone's hair. She had to put her sunglasses back on, which she had removed to talk to me. Exposure to light was so painful, it made her eyes water. She asked me to sit, anyway, and left to talk to the management.
When she came back, she told me she would visit her acupuncturist and that a treatment always worked. Would I come back tomorrow at three p.m.? She had already booked me so I said sure, and boogied.
I had forgotten that today is Saturday. I try to avoid going anywhere that could be crowded on a Saturday. Well, except for the library, maybe. That quiet oasis where I usually get my hair cut had morphed into an antbed of people. Maribel did look like a brand new person, though, which made me believe her acupuncturist is also a miracle worker.
I bought Whoppers on the way home. Life is whopping ...