A red-headed woman popped her head through the salon door with a jubilant announcement.
“That stuff for thin hair is a miracle! I just love it!” she hollered over the jazzy music and the lull of salon chatter. Everyone in Arizona, plus a few people in Texas, heard her.
I’m seated in the stylist chair, in the process of having highlights, lowlights, and any other available lights, applied to my hair.
“I WANT TO BUY ALL YOU HAVE,” the woman thundered, making me wonder why I don’t carry ear plugs with me when I go to the salon. She added, “I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT A MIRACLE THIS STUFF IS. GREATEST THING EVER.”