This may come as a bit of as surprise to you, but I'm not a big conversationalist. I can hold my own when someone approaches me at a party or bar, feign interest, ask some pointed questions and more often than not come out learning something about them. Periodically, these people ask me stuff about me and I give them more than the standard canned replies. But when I go to get my hair cut, it's kind of 'me' time. It's therapeutic -- losing the old and dead and making way for the new (and dead). Besides, I know that hairdressers/barbers have to make smalltalk all day long and probably ask the same half dozen questions to all their clients. Is it really important to them that I engage in meaningful banter for the 20-30 minutes that they're weilding sharp instruments about my noggin? If they're okay with comfortable silence, so am I.

That said, one thing I can dig talking about is music. I've been to the same salon for the past few cuts (I'm trying to settle on one place, since I seem to get inconsistent cuts from the same people) and both of the last two occasions resulted in music-talk. If it's one thing that will get me to open my mouth and speak, it's music. On the previous visit, one of the hairdressers attempted to skip past Portishead's "Sour Times" on the stereo only to have little old me, the nerdy pencil pusher with the ordinary haircut complain humourously about them denying the customer of the best selection of the hour. The playlist designer (not my hairdresser) and I engaged in some smalltalk about musical tastes and when all was said and trimmed, I bid them all adieu.

This time, my hairdresser was brandishing new ink and was carefully, yet dutifully working her way around my head and I was remaining mostly quiet in my pleasured renewal. The conversation didn't turn from new tattoos to music until the older (okay, she might have had ten years on me, but was clearly making up for it with talk of getting a non-butterfly tattoo for a change) woman in the next chair heard the first two bars of Faith, proudly proclaiming "Ooooh, WHAM!", before I knee-jerk reacted with "George Michael", and then, in an effort to cover up my guilt, saying "WHAT? WHO SAID THAT?" And then, in an effort to keep the conversation going, I mentioned my previous experience there and was instantly remembered by the hairdresser.

I wonder which of the two events I'll be remembered for next time.

Posted bythemikestand at 3:34 PM  

4 stepped up to the mike:

bethany actually said... 4:53 PM, May 12, 2009  

I am laughing my head off because when I read, "Oooh, WHAM!" I immediately thought, "George Michael." said... 1:52 AM, May 13, 2009  

I've got you and Bethany both beat. I read "Ooooh WHAM!" and instantly thought "George Michael" and recollected the little scandal he was in not too many years after "Faith" was released. At least it seems like it was a few years right now... my conception of time is warped at best. ;-)

themikestand said... 9:05 AM, May 13, 2009  

Bethany, I think I should be less and less surprised that you and I are continually discovering our compatibility. I won't stop delighting in it, however.

HalfAsstic: At least I didn't come out with Andrew Ridgeley (aka "the other guy from WHAM!). And yes, I think a lot of people still remember that 'incident'. Still, the guy's pretty talented. Y'know, outside the bathroom. said... 9:22 PM, May 13, 2009  

Heh! I started to say, "...and apparently, in the bathroom as well", but I think that would be a bit tasteless, so, of course I won't say it at all. Aren't you lucky I have standards for your blog? ;-)

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