Went out to get a haircut this morning. My usual salon and the same young hairdresser. Wanted a big change, so had it cut a lot. Love the change, but my neck feel cold...
While getting my hair done, a bimbo-looking woman came in for a styling or something not so time-consuming. The staff greeted "Hi, E*****". And E***** looked somehow familiar to me. (This is a small town, anyway.) She was older than me, and her hair was bleached so much that she looked rather cheap. But they way she spoke was friendly warm and sweet, which I liked a lot.
As soon as she left the salon, I forgot about her... until when I was dying my hair at home this evening. Yes, she was E*****, who lives in the street where I used to live until 6 years ago!!!! Somehow I have a difficulty recognising her since she dyed hair blond.
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