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.
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That smell used to gross me out when I was a kid. Imagine.. a boy being dragged to those places, and then waiting for women (grandma, mom, sister) in malls to try on tons of clothes, *in every single department*, was so boring. I wanted to get to the toy stores!
I remember my husband walking into my salon (I did hair for 25 years) and making some crack about the smell of perm solution. I explained to him that what he was really smelling was the sweet smell of money.
He caught on reeeeeeal fast and learned to love the smell too.
The last time I walked into a salon, I loudly exclaimed, smell those wonderful chemicals !
Something pretty is about to
hap--pen!! People either laughed, or rolled their eyes at me , either way people are usually disarmed by my humor. Or revolted by it.
I wanna live like those people who are mentally challenged,- they are in their own happy world, and the worse that the world gets the more that I disengage.
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