This weekend B and I drove out to Northampton for the night – a few folks from my company were doing the Hot Chocolate Run – and B and I have done that since she was a baby. It’s an amazing community 5K to benefit women and children that have been victims of domestic violence. I love Northampton – I’d forgotten how much until we went back this weekend. There are so many cute coffee shops, boutiques, restaurants – and as one of my coworkers said, “When you’re in Western Mass, your GPS is accurate”. As in – if something is 4 miles away and says it’s going to take 10 minutes, it will. In fact it’ll probably take 8. And you won’t get cut off – someone will let you in. People will walk at a normal pace. Sometimes they’ll smile. When you’re at breakfast, someone at the table next to you will be knitting. Possibly something for you. Your waitress will hug you after not seeing you for two years. Someone will be protesting about something that is totally worth protesting, although let’s be honest, it’s somewhat like the most heightened example of “preaching to the choir”.
Regardless, since we had an entire day – I asked B if she would sit tight so I could get my hair cut. Since the great haircut debacle of June (http://www.erin-banana.com/2012/07/dead-fish-litter-boxes-and-broken-beds.html) I have had one hair cut. And during that hair cut, the woman that did it said it would take some time to undo the Anne Marie damage, so I’d have to have at least two nothing hair cuts, and then we could really cut it back to normal. Knowing this would be a normal hair cut, I figured I could call a random salon in Northampton and get a trim. And here we go:
SEB: Sure, it looks like we have an opening, what’s your name?
SEB: Can you spell that?
SEB: Ok, Erin, and phone number?
SEB: Ohh! You’re from BOSTON huh? Great.
SEB: Ok, Erin, we’ll see you at 3:45, for a men’s haircut.
Me: Um, no no – nope – I’m a woman.
SEB: Yup, ok then, I’ll just make that note here…and ok!
Her name, in case you haven’t guessed, is Self Esteem Booster. She has black hair, and she works at CHANGES. You can call her that if you see her.
This experience HURTLED me back to 6th grade, when I called my very first boyfriend (Hi Derek! I’m sure you’re an AVID follower) and said, “Is Derek there?” to which his mom responded, “Sure! Hang on Matt.”
Granted at the time, Matt’s voice was probably more like mine, because he hadn’t hit puberty, and apparently, I hit it out of the womb, but I still hung up the phone. The pending embarrassment of Derek’s mom mistaking me for Matt was too much.
And I debated not going to the appointment, because I’ve had so many bad experiences that I thought this was a bad sign. And I couldn’t get another bad hair cut. And since I am carrying salon baggage, and bad hair, and a man’s voice, at the last minute, I pretty much asked her to not really even cut my hair.
But – another thing I love about Northampton – it only costs $30 for a men’s hair cut.