Ok........let me lay this out for you, If you have an appointment at 10am for a color and you KNOW that you only get 2 hours of my time and then I have another client at 12pm.......YOUR 15 MINUTES OF TARDINESS IS GOING TO THROW MY ENTIRE DAY OFF!! Not to mention you are going to make all of my clients pissy at me and throw their days off as well!
So you say I need to book more time for that client? Are you a total dumb ass??? Why should I give more time simply because you are in some completely different TIME ZONE?? Now I am not going to say that there are not times that I am running a little behind myself, but it usually stems from the dumb ass that did not make their appointment on time!!
Here is probably the worst part of it all.......You walk in and act as if you were on time and then look at me funny when I tell you I don't have time to give you the runway look you will NEVER be able to get even if we could schedule you for cosmetic surgery!!!
Ok, so now that I have jumped off of my soapbox we can get down to business. So let's see......where were we? Ah yes, the last time I wrote I was thanking the neighborhood SLUT for getting me into the business. Speaking of sluts, from an entertainment standpoint my favorite kind of slut, I would have to say, are the married ones. Particularly.....the MEN!
Now I would have to say that in all my years doing hair, this one person in particular, we'll call him DAN, could not ever have taken me by surprise more than he did on this one day. His wife was out of town(in another time zone) on business and would not return for a week. I never felt particularly close to him and there was something about him that just kind of struck me odd but I never gave it much thought.
Dan had an appointment with me for a haircut and he was usually my latest and last appointment on his scheduled day. it just so happened that on this day all of the other stylists were gone for the day. Because my salon was a multi-level space, the entrance being on the bottom floor, I locked the door behind him so that I didn't have to worry about watching the lower-level while I was shampooing and then cutting his hair.
Now, every once in a while........not often but sometimes while shampooing and conditioning a client I will give a nice scalp massage and then leave the conditioner in the hair afterwards for a few minutes while I either clean up from my last client or in this case, start my closing paperwork. I noticed that he had gotten very relaxed while I was washing and conditioning his hair.......so much to the point that he was kind of mumbling and maybe an occasional moan. Not uncommon right?? I was flattered that I could relax someone that much. So, I leave the room and when I come back in he has pulled his pants and undies down to his knees and is jerkin off!!!
I stopped dead in my tracks and tried to be as quiet as I could possibly be and not let him know that I am standing right there. Now keep in mind, I left him laying back in the shampoo chair with his head tilted back in the bowl with a warm towel over his face and the conditioner in his hair. Now I have to be completely honest with you........part of me wanted to just stay and watch, another part wanted me to "reach out and touch someone" and then there was the part of me that just wanted to go to my office and scream out "YOU DOIN' OK IN THERE??" just to see if maybe he would get his pants back up by the time I got back to him. Now at that point in my life I owned the salon and was a single man that didn't get much opportunity at a social life not to mention a sex life, this to me was one hell of an opportunity!
There I was, watching a man whom I rarely spoke with during his appointments and didn't know much about, stroking more than his ego......and seeming to want me to stroke him as well. Then the thoughts of his wife came into my mind and I think, "poor woman has no clue" or did she? Who am I to say that this isn't just the norm for them? Maybe she is the one that set it all up. After all it was she that made all of his appointments! So many things were going through my mind and I had to make a decision on how to handle this awkward yet thrilling situation. My heart races, my mouth begins to dry out and I feel like my feet are just glued to the floor that I am standing on...... all the time he is stroking harder, faster and closer to his climax and just as he was about to explode........someone begins to bang on the front door downstairs!
He nearly jumps out of his chair the towel falls off of his face and there I was standing, frozen.....and I'm sure beet red. There was about 10 seconds that passed (felt like an hour) that our eyes just locked, neither of us knowing what to do or say and then the banging starts again. Finally, my feet moved and I worked my way downstairs to see what all the noise was about........it was the cleaning service........EARLY!....BITCHES!!!
As it turned out, it was not the usual cleaning person and they couldn't find the right key to open the door, so I let them in, went back upstairs and Dan had already zipped it up and was in the same position that I originally left him in with the towel on his face. I didn't say a word about it nor did he. I continued with his usual service(cutting his hair) and got him on his way home. But before he left he did something that I thought to be very unusual and completely out of character for him.........HE MADE HIS NEXT APPOINTMENT and requested to be my last appointment of the day!
Now I bet you are wondering what happened on his next appointment huh? Well let me tell you when it comes to something like this.........
What happens in the cutting chair, STAYS in the cutting chair!!
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