Granny should know better

Hello All.

No…I am not back in Cape Town.
But I AM a little homesick.

Why should I have known better?
Let me tell you.
I was in desperate need of a haircut today.
Mex and my brother had both been to a hairdresser in the centre nearby.
They said I should try them.
And they have pensioner’s rates.
And a family card.
So, I went to have a look.

The writing was on the wall.
I ignored all the signs.
I found the place and saw it said “Barber”.
This was sign number one.
I looked around but couldn’t see another hairdressing salon.
I peeped in….there were NO customers.
Sign number two.
I asked the woman at the desk if they cut women’s hair.
Oh yes.

I asked her how long it would take(so I could tell Mex)
She said ten minutes.
Definite warning number three.
She pointed me to a chair.
And then put the sheet thingy round me.
No washing of hair then.
Warning number four.
I glanced around.
No basins.

She lifted a chunk of my hair from the top of my head and cut three quarters of it off.
And I thought “Oh crap”!
I went quiet.
VERY quiet.
My mind was racing.
The same sentence over and over again.
It will grow again.
It will grow again.
Where can I buy a Burka?
The only thing the place lacked was a red and white pole outside.

Mex says it is the best haircut I have ever had.
Well, he would, wouldn’t he?
He recommended the place.
He isn’t stupid.