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Though we’ve never done anything together socially I think of my hairstylist as a friend. When she got married a few years ago I made the wedding cake. When she announced her pregnancy I sent flowers and I was planning a baby quilt. But while she was on maternity leave she sent an announcement that she was leaving the salon and moving to a new one. To be honest I felt abandoned. A few weeks ago I received an invitation to the new salon for an open house, which I attended. I was not terribly surprised to find that the owner, and several other stylists were all from ‘my’ salon. For the record, the owner cut my hair for a few years, and I don’t think ever forgave me for switching stylists – at least the vibe I get from her is that she doesn’t like me overmuch.
Silly as it sounds I’m really fretting over my next haircut. I do not know if I should follow my stylist, go back to my old salon (they are aching for business) or go to the new place where Parnelli did such a nice job on my hair a week or so ago. I’m leaning toward the new place, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt more than a little guilty doing so. I tried to explain this to D, but he just looks at me like I’m cracked; which is what I get for asking a bald man about hair salon. Still I’m torn. What would you do?