Yes this is a gay life story, as I find myself sitting in salons all the time, either with my mum or myself. So where do I get this idea that a soap opera is similar to a Beauty Salon?
Lets begin with that everyone knows each other! There must be about ten staff members (All working very hard I guess) yet still they manage to stop and chat with the person that just walked in. Friendly I know but efficiency is key people, HELLO.
OK so Maybe the staff knowing each and every person that doesn't mean that this is a set on a cockney square, however the rest will make you think.
So thats not that bad but I don't go to the same Salon as my mum, yet all the Beauty creators know every detail about me. My change in diets, sexuality, age, hobbies and it will not surprise me if they have my national insurance number either.
The stories that you hear will either be gossip or tall tales that you do hear on a TV show and could not be made up unless you had a group of people possessing creative writing degree's. so let me intrigue with one.
This ladies bank account had been hacked and had no money to her name. (Just to keep you up to date The week before she was telling us all about the relationship that she was in with a man that is married, but was married to a Lesbian… I know! Only on TV!) So to carry on she had no money, the lady rings up her boyfriend and he requests that his wife will personally take £100 to his Mistress! I know… OMG! Gossip or what!
Ok so its not a soap Opera unless someone dies. (On a regular basis). So to sum up I will tell you about the time when I overheard this 60 year old geriatric talk about when her husband died.
Imagine, Silver haired, Glasses wearing. false teach sucking, pristine dressed, almost Queen Elizabeth like was sitting in the confession chair. Reading a magazine based on a salutation, When from no where she said,
'Oh my Fred died last week'
There seemed to be a lot of Ummm's and Errrrrr's. None the less she carried on about how much of a good man he was and what a good husband, father and all round decent person he was. The co-stars of the Soap Opera (Beauticians and other customers) were almost in tears as they reminisced of fred and how he sat on the sofa behind reading his paper . When from out of no where the old woman said
Shaking her head, 'Yeah, thats all good, but the Bastard left me a shit load debt' The Stdio went pin drop quiet.
I hope that you all see this from the angle that I do. but Meh! I will always attend these place and not just for the hair cut, but also the entertainment :-)
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