I went to a new hair salon and looked at hairstyle books.
I turned the pages slowly and perused the newest looks.
I really liked the straight styles, but my hair tends to curl.
The next page showed a redhead.
Should I give that a whirl?
One model looked as if she was unable to decide.
She wore long tresses on her left and shaved the other side.
I began to watch the stylists and couldn’t help but stare.
They were waxing lips and eyebrows.
Not a one was styling hair.
They were replacing women’s lashes. Who knew that could be done?
Eyebrows were being threaded. Wow…this place must cost a ton.
I headed for the door. I knew I had to flee.
I was well aware…this place was not for me.
I went on down the street to the place I usually go.
I’m seated in a minute and in five I’m good to go.
I no longer look at books to chose a different do.
I won’t look like them, anyway. They’re all under twenty-two.