Angela

Today was haircut day. I usually go to a stylist about twenty miles from home, but gas is pricey and hard to find, so I decided to get it cut near home.

As I have stated in a prior post, I am a creature of habit. I derive comfort from familiarity. The same girl has cut my hair for a few years, now, and for me to go to someone new was a scary thing.

People say I'm a snob because I won't go to a "fast food" style shop. My reasoning is plain and simple. The ladies (and men) that cut at most of those places have usually moved on by the time the next haircut is due, and the managers will never tell you where they went.

I was smack dab in the middle of a catch 22. My hair was long enough that it bothered me, but I didn't want to hunt and then pay for the gas to go twenty miles one way.

So that's how I found myself parked outside the Supercuts on Baker Rd in Kennesaw. When I went through the door, I saw that aside from two stylists, I was alone. A pleasant woman asked the obvious do you need a haircut question and then guided me to my stylist, Angela.

Angela was a pretty young lady with short dark hair that sported electric blue tips. She had stars tattooed on one forearm, and a very winning smile. She combed her fingers through my hair and asked how I'd like it cut. Then she did something abnormal. She listened.

After she finished cutting my hair, she washed it out (that's my favorite part of a haircut). She gave a fantastic shampoo, massaging my scalp and taking her time. Then she used a great minty cool cream rinse that made my head feel cool and tingly.

All in all the experience surprised and pleased me. I won't think twice about returning. Angela may not be there, but if she reads this, maybe she'll e-mail me when she goes on to someplace else....