When I was a little girl, my Mother would occasionally take me to the hair salon. When Mom would open the front door- a chemical "hair spray"- " puff cloud" would float from inside of the building outward drifting pass the sidewalk , and into the street . The air was thin inside , because of the cigarette smokers, the hair sprays, the coloring bottles ,and the chemical straighteners it was suffocating , but you wanted to stay and watch all of the women, and listen to them gossip- they knew stuff that you didn't.
As an adult, when ever I walk into a salon , and smell the toxic hair products , I still get excited. It puts a smile on my face. The only problem is that now -for me, it takes "WAY" more chemical products to get the same job done.