About that time, a lady in her seventies with her nice Sunday dress came and sat in a chair in the reception area. The way she gently folded her hands on the purse in her lap and smiled reminded me of my Aunt Kat. All I could think was - what's a nice lady like you doing in a place like this? My stylist finished my hair. I paid her and as I was gathering my coat and bag, she waived the lady over to the chair. "Why Miss Virginia, you look lovely today. Are we going to do the usual, a cut and perm?" "Yes, please. Isn't the weather just awful out there. I've never been so cold in my life."
OK, within 400 square feet, I have experienced red neck/big hair hell as well as some looney character dressed like Sponge Bob, then in walks Miss Virginia, the church lady for her cut and perm. I just wanted to escape with my sanity and without my hair being bleached blonde, died red, or with a blue rinse. This truly was a red, white, and blue place - only in America. Well, with for some of us, only in the south.