
In a heroic move to overcome a persistent, sh(beeeep) mood I stepped in the first hair salon that appeared on my way. "I want to highlight my hair RED," I declared.
"I have a special color," the hairdresser said. "Oh, I have a magic color. look at that picture there," she showed me one of those perfectly made up women that you would come across only on the walls of a hair salon.
"Are you sure the color will turn out that good on my hair?" I asked.
"Well, I can test on a part of your hair. she said and continued "Do you live around here?"
I wanted to simply answer this question which to her probably meant "would you be my regular customer?" However, my situation is a bit too complicated with my contract ending in 5 days and me still not sure about where to go. Or, possibly I found it an invitation to share the miseries of my life with a free ear to whom I will remain anonymous. In a few seconds, I found myself telling her the stories that could prove how big of a jerk my landlord is. Her sympathy and concern encouraged me exaggerate and tell her how much I suffered in that place and how awful the landlord has been! In between our conversation, her phone rang which she excitedly answered and told her client to come soon since the color red turned YELLOW on my hair.
I was still sitting on the salon's chair when _in the mirror_ I saw my landlord entering the salon. Trying not to look at his direction, I put on my hat and pull it down to my eyebrows hoping he would not notice me with everything I said about him and thought would stay anonymous.
The hairdresser who had warmly welcomed the landlord said: "this lady is looking for a nice place around here. I believe you used to have places to rent."
"Is she?" he asked and looked my way. I pulled up the collar of my coat and walked straight to the hair dresser. I was struggling to make her stop being so concerned about my case. I am sure I do not want to know how my face looked like at that moment.
"Hmmm...No," she said. "My client is looking for a place for a friend."
"We actually have a place that will be available in a week," he answered.
"byyyyyyyyyyyyye," I ran out trying not to burst into a laughter.
"phew!" I said and decided that now that red color turns yellow on my hair, no problem, I'll go shopping.
On my way home, I was on the phone with my friend, telling her the story when I got to my house and right then a car parked in front of me. Yeah, you can guess who it was!