The other day I was to walk to the lake with Icarus Super. Tired of his walk, my dog has preferred us to go back underground. The underground part
the lake through the downtown (my sentence) and brings us into the heights of Lausanne.
We installed the two side by side, Icarus Super pitched a nap, so I have no witnesses who can attest to the veracity of what follows. Too bad.
Upon our arrival in the car, a couple consisting of a woman in her fifties (F1) and a much older woman (F2) took place in front of our headquarters.
F1 posed between her and her companion a dog basket, small basket quilted plaid that moved from time to time, or bounced compulsively. I guess the blanket over pilou there should be a small dog, like its fellow in front trying to sleep.
I watched these two women, and immediately I felt they were of the same family. A vague resemblance to their clothes or I-don't-know-not-too-what in their posture eventually convince myself.
I watched a little while, and I drag my left ear to know the contents of their discussion, which inspired a little gloomy atmosphere of the car.
I resume the dialogue here, more or less approximate because the memory s'embrume a bit.
F1: "Frankly, I will never have. You know I never liked the changes. I should insist. But it took that Lucienne gets involved and is the result. A horrible cut he n 'There are no other words! " I watch carefully
F1 and I notice immediately his cup.
A species of cloth of human hair, a mop of stringy an indefinable color serves as a hair salon.
F2: "This is not the same as usual, but it's not as bad as you imagine, my dear. Apart from the fringe that is slightly too long, the cup is the same as those the other time. "
F1 increasingly angry: "But not at all please. You're still the same, always seeking to blunt the corners. It's ugly and that's it, I should not have to pay, I have asked for compensation, if only I listened to sometimes. It's like this since I was born, I spend my time listening to you. I'm telling you, it'll take months to grow back in the summer it can be can walk without dying of shame. "
I offer a smile to F1 because I am quite of his opinion, his cut is awful, I'm that close to him say, because frankly I do not know who her hairdresser, but I Notice he did not licensure. I wanted to advise him my good hairdresser, make up for the shot.
She noticed my smile and makes me.
She speaks to me:
F1: "You do not have this kind of problem, is not it? Sure! While we can not afford any let go otherwise it's a disaster: the nodes, a real calamity ... time is lost in the crazy brush. And the two in one shampoo is not given, it is the least we can say. Obviously with the short hair was not to worry about such details. "
I am a little taken aback: I certainly hair short, sometimes even a glass of playmobil, but then to say that I have short hair, there is still a step should not be crossed.
A little annoyed, I am silent.
Icarus Super snores beside me, and I pretend to take care of him to relax a little the atmosphere and save time. As a courtesy I leave a drag:
"Sure, yes ..." But I
reviews, decided to uphold the few women who pride inside me suddenly:
"But you know, when I go to the same hairdresser every month, because even if they are SHORT need to be maintained and brush ... besides, if you want I can tell you the show in which I travel, which is very chic and cheap! they come on top of that to catch any failure, I assure you ... "Et toc!
Our stop is approaching and obviously we'll all 5 in one place. We stand, therefore, Icarus Super eyes glued point basket that moves too, but he is not paying too much attention.
F1 courteous replies: "Ah, but happy, you know young people sometimes have the best tips that we old ladies, is not it Lucienne?" she said, turning to F2. Lucienne thus that name is the old lady who smiled at me perky.
We are approaching the exit of the subway and I toss him the name and address of my barber, I shoot the deputy advised him to call Linda, the best of all.
F1 Lucienne asks to remember.
Just when a poodle jumps from his little basket to stretch their legs, F1 wonder: "And tell me, is that they also cut the claws in your living room? Because Poupoune blunts the little, you know she is old and little walk on the concrete, his nails grow at an incredible speed ... and if on top of that they clean their ears, so I'm all ears! "
is where I see the poodle Poupoune, which has a fringe and a haircut completely absurd, it looks like a feather duster clipped in places.
Lucienne takes her in his arms and continued to smile at me unfazed. I
luis ensures that they offer all the care imaginable, nails, ears and tail even if it drags on the ground, they care. And
digress a rapid pace by making them a little wave of the hand, followed by my short-haired dog, Icarus Super.
This is another opportunity missed it to be silent.
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