A funny feeling came over him.
"Blow dryer" said the assistant.
Come on now, he thought.
Don't be such a baby.
Everybody doing this, right?
Finally, everything was ready.
"Go ahead and turn around" said the stylist.
"I look like a whole different person" he said.
"Just imagine what your wife will think" said the stylist.
"Kelly is going to be so impressed", he told her.
"Let me just have a minute here and I'll be on my way."
"Maybe you should take a little more off the back?"
"No, I definitely think this style works for you" she assured him.
"Okay, but it's just so different from what I'm used to" he admitted.
"Probably because it's such a new style, it IS the 80's after all", she said, starting to get annoyed.
"Quite right", he said.
"Remember when you came in last time and I told you to grow it out?"
"Sure am glad I listened to your advice," he said
"Totally!" she agreed
"Unbelievable that just 2 years ago you had that disco look, huh?" she added
Vastly different from this, that's for sure, he thought to himself
"Well, I guess I had better get going." He told her, walking toward the front desk.
"Xerox of your receipt, sir?" The receptionist asked as she popped her gum.
"Yeah I guess." He answered
ZOWIE! Forty bucks for a perm?!?!?!?
This post was written in response to the prompt Red Writing Hood - go check it out for some AWESOME stories, including one of my favorite (although truly scary, haunting) pieces by Natalie at Mommy of a Monster and twins. I am not yet a member of this club, but I thought I'd give one of their prompts a try!