Since I was too exhausted to recount this tale yesterday, I shall indulge myself today:
Scene: Salon Opus, East Williston Park, Long Island. It’s engagement photo day and I’m getting a complete overhaul to become photo ready.
Characters: My Stylist, Other Stylist, Receptionist, and me.
My Stylist: [mid-conversation] …and this kind of cut will lighten your hair for the blow out, which will look great in the pictures.
[Other Stylist is working on another client in the bench to my right.]
Other Stylist: Pictchas? Are you taking your school pictchas today?
Me: My school pictures!? Umm, no. I’m taking my engagement pictures today. [Casually flash ring at Other Stylist.]
Receptionist: [walking by] Yau’re gettin’ maaarried!? Yau’re too young to get married! Why don’tcha wait a little longer, you look like yau’re still in high school.
Me: [sighing deeply] No, I’m actually not that young. I’m 27.
Receptionist: Damn, yau’re olda than me?
Me: How old are you?
Receptionist: I’m 25.
Me: [deep sigh]
