I've only recently discovered the incredible, undescribable great feeling of having your hair washed at the hair dressers'. The water's warm, the shampoo-er's hands are so nimble, they feel so great on your tensed up scalp that you just feel like releasing your inhibitions and screaming in enjoyment and pleasure. Ok, wait. don't even think that way. I wasn't meaning that. But it does feel pleasurable. Like a little treat for our poor heads.
Once, I got this shampoo boy who washed my hair in the most bizzare method. He'd wet my hair, then lather up with shampoo. After that he'd use his two index fingers and play what i'm only capable of describing as "twinkle fingers" on my forehead. Like dum-dee-dum-dee-dum and happily tap his fingers on my forehead. I started to wonder if he was counting my oil clots and pimples or practicing his secret method of relaxation which he probably learned from some old, monk lookalike guy living on some mountain.
But other than that, getting your hair washed by someone else feels great. I think the next time i feel stressed, i'll walk right over to the salon and request for a wash. Yes, just a wash. No cutting, please.
I guess the worst thing that could happen in that scenario is when i head over for too many a wash.
"err, im sorry miss, but a whole clump of your hair just dropped out and blocked the sink. I guess the anti-septic wash killed your hair cells."
Maybe that's why they invented the massage chair to help you relax. Not a shampoo boy on-call.
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