Another interesting conversation with my hairdresser (see also A Cut Above)
Hairdresser: It's all getting so exciting and very near!
Me: Yes.
Hairdresser: Is your wife very large at the moment?
Me: The bump is pretty big but she's looking very compact.
Hairdresser: I had one woman in the other day who looked, well, basically pretty fat and it was only half way through the cut that I wondered if she was pregnant. In the end I just asked her. Bit of a relief I got it right really, because it turned out she was 27 weeks.
Me: That was a bit of luck,
Hairdresser: Well sometimes you can just tell...
Snip snip, snip snip snip...
Hairdresser: So have you got any names yet?
Me: We have some in mind.
Hairdresser: But you're not telling.
Me: Yeah.
Hairdresser: No, good on you. You wouldn't want anyone to spoil it would you?
Me: We like our list...
Hairdresser: I had a woman in here a few weeks ago - not the fat one - no, this one was called Mrs Bow. I asked her the same thing and she said she wanted to call her son Wayne.
Me: (remaining completely non-judgemental) Wayne? OK...
Hairdresser: I said you can't call it Wayne poor thing. Do you see? Wayne Bow? Waynebow? Rainbow? When he grows up it will sound like he can't pronounce his Rs. He's gonna get the piss ripped out of him something terrible.
Me: You saved the day.
At this point the assistant hairdresser interrupts
Assistant hairdresser: Sorry, I think you better come over here. (pointing) That lady said she's burning.
Hairdresser: It can feel like that when the colour gets put in.
They both move away slightly, but I can see them in the mirror.
Assistant hairdresser: No, I think she's actually burning.
Hairdresser: (sniffs) Oh yeah, I see what you mean...
My haircut draws swiftly to a close at this point.
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