Who is your hair dresser?

I went to get my hair done today. A new color and a new cut. I went to Hairy's. I have been there once before. It is always fun to go into a new place to have your hair cut. When you walk in, you immediately make note of everyone in there and what their hair looks like. Are they well groomed? I mean, who wants to go in and have their hair cut and colored by some girl who has a purple crew cut. Would it be better to get the lady who has the hair style from the 80's or the purple haired girl? What about the man who is all pierced up and bald? You get all excited about the idea of a change. Like the shorter brown hair is going to make your life a lot better or less stressful than the long blond hair. Either way, you are excited .... you get out of the car and walk into the salon. You look around, bald pierced guy, purple crew cut girl or lady from the 80's? You sit down and try to figure out who is going to get done first. OMG ... not the bald guy. I hope he takes his break before the next appointment. Should I get up and leave? Go somewhere else? The excitement that you felt on your way has now turned into anxiety. What do you do? You look around and look at what the clients they are now working on look like. The bald guy is cutting a little boys hair ... clippers. The 80's lady is doing a shampoo and set on a lady that looks like your grandma and the purple haired girls is still in the shampoo stage and water is splashing everywhere. You stand in preparing for a sprint out the door but before you get the door opened, it happens. Someone calls your name. You can feel the sweat building up. You turn around to see a skinny blond, well groomed, not a hair out of place girl about your age, holding a cape and waiting for you to sit down. Your body temperature drops a bit and you take a deep breath .... all is good again.