Why you should never be friends with your hairstylist
My hairstylist thinks we’re friends. We don’t grab drinks on Thursday nights. I don’t share intimate details of my life. But she thinks we’re friends. She hugs me when I arrive and when I leave. She spends the hour telling me everything about her life and asking me advice about her relationship with her boyfriend.
This is all well and good until I’m not happy with my haircut. I can’t exactly get mad and fracture this fragile woman. So, I keep my mouth shut.
The moral of the story: don’t be friends with your hairstylist.
