three cheers for immigrant labor (sorry, mom!)

today i had my hair cut by a lithuanian woman.

she started at 6:35, even though 'the men's room: barber lounge & spa' normally closes at 6 in the summer, because i walked in at 6 pm and i had on my swank intern clothes and looked like a high-rolling motherfucker. some friend called her at 6:45 because she was late. but she buzzed the sides too short and so i made her cut the top all over again to even things out. by this time it was 7:05. then, because it was a rather swank establishment, she had to spend about fifteen minutes clipping the ends to make them look tidily uneven, and giving me a straight-razor shave, and massaging my scalp while wearing this orgasmic vibrating-massager that fits over the back of her hand. but she was a good lithuanian haircutter, because she did this all slowly and with great care even though she really, really wanted to be somewhere else. i didn't leave irina's chair until 7:25 at the earliest.

i think i could love making people sacrifice themselves for my benefit. it's kind of an insecure needy thing. but i tipped her at 25%. that's gotta mean something.

so i wrote this up because of the appointment she was late for. apparently her husband won't move out of sleepy Rochester. and he won't let her buy a cat that has long hair. but finally she found a cat she liked with short hair, and she was going to go look at it at six, except i came in and made an appointment for 6:30. it was a siamese cat that was all white except for its ears, which were orange, and its eyes, which were blue. how's that for relevance? i need a picture for this site. maybe i'll go back after hours next month and let her fix the mess she made of my formerly stylish 'do.