Going to the Salon

I go to a small boutique like salon to get my haircut.  The guy who owns and runs the place is a top stylist from Chicago who broke off to work on his own.  His salon is quite elegant. He has amazing style and is witty and intelligent.  I really connect with him.  Needless to say, when I am there we talk like crazy.  He knows all about what I do and seems to enjoy my facial profiling.

Today when I arrived, he informed me that he had a quick bang cut coming in before me and that as soon as she was done, he’s get to me.  I had arrived early.  When she arrived, she brought her dog–which I just loved.  He is a dog lover and allows his customers to bring their dogs to his shop.  The woman’s dog was just beautiful.  He was a black border collie, but quite petite.  I started talking to him immediately and he was drawn to me.  I could see he liked the way I talked to him and caressed his face.  Unfortunately, I didn’t really pay much attention to the woman.

As the woman was getting her bangs cut, I noticed that the dog had on a prong collar and it was so tight, it was digging into his skin.  I was mortified. I attempted to see if I could loosen it and as I looked for the clasp, the woman reared the corner.  I pretended to be petting the dog.

She walked around the corner into the room where I was at and she looked at her dog who just  left my arms to run to the door and she said “Traitor” to her dog for giving me affection.  That spoke volumes of this woman’s personality, and it was not good. It was in fact quite ugly.  She didn’t say it in a joking manner.

I ignored her comment. Instead I politely said, “Do you realize this dog’s collar is tight?”  She said, “I do.  It’s INTENTIONAL.”

I was deeply disturbed by her response. My hair stood up on the back of my neck.  I could immediately tell this woman was viciously evil and without compassion for anything.

I looked straight back at her and said, “That’s cruel” and she ignored me. She was cold as ice.

As soon as she left the salon, I said to the owner, “She is flat out evil” as my lips made a distinct disgust expression. I felt violated by this woman. My heart was pounding.

He said to me, “You didn’t see her very long to pick up on that.  Yes, she is evil.”  He went on to tell me she was a callous cold, gold-digging cheater.

When people drop hints of who they are–trust them.  They act that way for a reason. When people show a lack of compassion–its a powerful statement of who they are. 

If I see this woman again, I will keep my distance physically.  She makes the hair on my neck stand up. She makes my heart race.  She makes me feel violated.  I feel so horrible for her dog. He deserves so much better than her…