Tuesday, September 8, 2009

"The Salon Of Beauty!"

It is a early Saturday wet April spring morning. The rain stops. Karen glances over to her car digital clock. She sees it is now 10:00 am.

"I am late again," says Karen to herself as she picks up her cell phone from the top of her large brown handbag. She dials and listens to the rings.

"Hello, Helen Beauty Salon," says the receptionist.

"Hello, may I speak with Helen please," says Karen as she looks straight out of her windshield while she sits on the driver side of her car.

"Hello," says Helen.

"Hello, this is Karen."

"Karen, what happening? I am waiting for you!"

"I am coming Helen, but I am running late this morning."

"Okay Karen, but I am going to have to charge you a little more because I have a tight schedule today, sorry girl."

"Okay Helen, I have to find a parking space. I'll see you soon. Bye,"says Karen as she folds up her cell phone and tosses it in her handbag.

Karen drives around, and she sees a parking space a short distant down the street from Helen's Beauty Salon. She pulls up close to the side of the car that is in front of the open space. She stops and puts the car in "R" gear for reverse.

She turns her head toward the back to look out of the rear window. She turns the steering wheel toward the right and backs back slowly until she is closer to the curb in the middle of the two cars. She stops and leans forward to her car radio. She turns it down as she sings along low to her favor tune. She puts the gear in "D" for drive. She drives forward then she puts the gear in "R" for reverse. She backs back slowly and then she puts the gear back in "D" for drive. She drives forward again directly behind the car that is parked in front of her car. She looks in the rearview mirror to adjust the candy apple red scarp on her head which the shape of color matches her car. She gets out of the car and stretches her long legs. She shuts and locks her car door. She walks down the street to the beauty salon.

"Hello everyone," says Karen as she walks in the salon and waves at the receptionist.

The receptionist waves back and moves her hand in a check mark motion on her appointment book with a golden yellow pencil.

"Hi Karen, have a sit here, says Helen.

"I finally got here," says Karen.

Helen prepares Karen hair to relax with a hair relaxer. "I be right back. Would you like a magazine," says Helen as she walks away and leaves Karen sitting in the chair.

"No, thank you, I'll be all right," says Karen.

Karen waits for Helen to return and wait. Karen wiggles in the chair from one side to the other uncontrollably while she fans her scalp with both of her hands in swift moments.

"Are you all right Karen?" Helen ask.

"Get it out," says Karen, "It's burn my scalp."

Karen gets up from the chair walks over the sink area of the beauty salon. She sits down on the sink chair and leans back. Helen rinses the hair relaxer out of Karen's hair. The water stops running from the faucet.

"What happened to the Water?" Helen asks while she turns the water handle off and on waiting to see the water pour in a rush from the faucet. There is no water not a drip from the faucet. Helen pounds on the faucet with her hands.

"What happen to the water?" says Karen while she pulls out a bill envelope from her purse to fans her scalp.

"I need water," says Helen, "Where is the water? Oh, I forgot!"

"Forgot what?" Karen asks.

"I forgot that the plumber is here working on the pipe," says Helen.

Karen jumps from the chair trying not to touch her head with hands up in the air. Karen walks over to the faucet pounding on the water faucet. Karen fans her scalp. Karen looks around the beauty salon. She opens the cooler. She sees a larger unopened water bottle. She struggles to open the water bottle.

"Wait a minute you can't use that," says Helen.

"Just watch me," says Karen, "How do I open this thing? Help Helen! This hair relaxer is burning my scalp!"

Karen snatches a bottle of water from a customer in a chair as the customer reaches up to her mouth to take a drink of water with the bottle in her right hand.

"What are you doing?" the customer asks.

"What do you think?" Karen asks as she leans over the wash sink pouring the water over her head. Karen's jumps up and down trying to find comfort.

"What the matter?" the plumber asks as he walk in the beauty salon with his tools belt fasten to his waist.

"There's no water?" says Helen as she tries to turn the water on but with no success. "Turn the water back on."

"I told you that the water will be back on in twenty minutes," the plumber says as he runs out of the beauty salon.

"I just remember!" says Karen as she jumps to her feet. "I stopped by the grocery store to buy a few things on my way here!" Karen grabs her handbag and heads for the door.

"Where are you going?" Helen asks.

"The trunk of my car!" says Karen as she runs out of the beauty salon door. Helen and the other ladies follow her out the door and down the street to Karen's car. Karen opens the trunk of her car. She tears the plastic cover off the case of water. She grabs and opens a bottle and the other ladies did the same. They pour bottles of water over Karen's head until there appears to no be more hair relaxer on Karen's hair.

Helen assists with the water pouring on Karen's scalp. Helen pats dry Karen's hair with a towel. She gently tries not disturb Karen's scalp with hasty pressure.

"Ugh now that feels better," says Karen as everyone pours water on her head rinsing all of the hair relaxer out of Karen's hair on the street.

"This hairdo is on the house," says Helen.

"I should hope so," says Karen as she walks back to the beauty salon.

Karen sits back down in the same beauty salon chair.

"The water is back on!" says the plumber as he runs in the beauty salon swinging the door wide open.

"Good!" says Helen as she combs Karen's hair gently.

"I don't want to ever go through that again," says Karen as she gets up from the chair and walks toward the door. She opens the door. The rains starts to pour down from the sky. Karen stands in the doorway. She looks up to the sky than she looks at the people who are running for cover out of the pouring rain. Karen and Helen look at each other and give in to laugher.



11/18/2008

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