Shopping with the Chipmunks

True story, but I think I'm going to take this and try and sell it to some non-fiction magazine. If anyone wishes to critique, feel free; this would be first draft. I think I'm going to put it in present tense when I rewrite it.

( Cut for fucked upness: )

Hair dresser woes... and joys.

Mary, who cut my hair twice and I was so happy I'd found a new hairdresser isn't working at avenida anymore. I was pissy, but made an appointment to get my hair trimmed anyway, mostly because the girl at the desk, who offered to do it had longer hair than mine.

I just got it cut now, and she did wonderfully, no pulling, not more that the very tips trimmed off, she did exactly what I said. She totally understood when I told her how I'd had problems in the past, with people cutting off more than I wanted; she's growing her hair out too.