I got my hair cut at a random salon in Manchester, (I don't believe in going to the same hairdresser more than once)
It was really quiet so I started to panic; like what do I talk to her about?
If I leave the pregnant silence will she think I am stuck up? Will this turn into hate and therefore a bad haircut?
This brings me out into a cold sweat, it's my birthday soon and I dont want Bad Hair in pictures which will later remind me of my inability to converse in idle chat with a Chav, like a smug 'If only' leaving my family to shake their head in dissapointment, like a 'I thought I raised you better' lecture.
Anyway, in my head I set myself a challenge to learn something about her.
"The weather's nice" says Taz
"Yeah, it's a good week for Pride Festival...." says pregnant looking Chav
Thank God I didn't ask her when she was due, she tells me she's been trying to lose weight...Sh**!
"What's Your name?" says Chav
"Taz"
"Oh you remind me of my primary school friend, I thought you were her, she's called Stephanie"
Hmmmmmm? Really?
She ends up telling me her whole life-story, I get up my hair looks brilliant.
Mission accomplished.
...and I think I made a firm friend.
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