|The cute haircut I almost didn't have.|
"Please be seated, Ma'am" she says.
I sit and while away the time till 3.20 p.m.
I catch her eye and raise an eyebrow. She goes scurrying around, speaking to all the stylists one by one, and looks furtively in my direction, but she doesn't come up to me even once to ask me who my appointment is with. She goes back to her desk and starts flipping through the pages of her appointment book like a crazed person. I walk up to her and ask her if there's a problem.