Queasy, head pounding, more dead than alive, I somehow managed to shower and drive off to Kasha’s.
After sitting down in the chair, I told Kasha, “I’m a bit out of it. I’ve got a headache that’s getting the best of me.”
There are certain people you never want to urge to hurry, because their craft takes time. Such as hair stylists. I was suffering, but I didn’t dare say, “Cut my hair as fast as you can. Race through it, Kasha!”
There were a few moments I thought I had to put a premature end to the haircut so I could go curl up on the floor in the fetal position for the rest of the day. Each time I thought, what would my hair look like if I left right now? Would I be OK with it?
But I persevered and Kasha worked her magic once more to last me another five weeks. I’m glad I didn’t have to call it off midstream.
It made me think of a time years ago, long before I found Kasha, when someone I’d never seen before cut my hair. I wanted to stop even before we got started.
She motioned me to her chair, and everything about her filled me with apprehension. I wanted to walk away!
At what point is it too late to change your mind?
I sat in the chair, but I thought, I want to leave now.
She put the drape around my neck, and I thought, how do I get myself out of this? What’s the etiquette here? Can I leave right now without feeling like a jerk?
What was the problem? Nothing I can put my finger on. There was just one of those feelings in my gut that told me this wasn’t a good situation. But, I stayed put, and walked out 20 minutes later with an OK haircut.
My question for you is this: How might have I made a graceful exit before she started chopping?
Have you ever felt things weren’t right and wanted to dash for the door?
I’d love to know! Post your comments here!