I nervously checked out a new salon last week. It ended up being a really fun time, as my new stylist was super confident and competent (a nice blend), and entertained me with talk of how she finagled her way into a regular TV spot on a local news affiliate and how a she and a local plastic surgeon swap services. Apparently, the "best and worst" part about botox is that it doesn't last for long. That, and she occasionally ends up looking like a stroke victim (her words, not mine). She was a hoot.
Looking online ahead of time, I learned that the salon was equipped with a webcam, so as I went in for my appointment, I quickly texted my husband and sisters that I might be able to be seen via webcam getting my hair cut. I then dropped my phone in my purse on my way in. To my surprise/horror, I discovered that said webcam was right at my stylist's station. Well, if they got my text and found the salon online, they'd get a show. Midway into my haircut, the receptionist came up to us and said, "Allison, your family is watching". Yup. They found me.
When I got my phone out of my purse when I left, this was what I found:
I had the giggles for awhile after I left.
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