The professionalism is different, I was convinced of it again yesterday. I usually cut my hair on Favorsky and try to get to the same girl. She’s like a hairdresser, and not just. Master of your profile, she will do her job so that you start to relax - you don't have to come up with any shit about this word. Her movements and touches plunge you to the edge of sleep, and by clicking the scissors you can count the number of hair available on your head... After all, to each of them it fits individually.
But yesterday, by the will of fate, I went elsewhere. I stunned an empty bucket to wait, but I risked to look into the room. The master met me with his hands bent on the sides with a kick of his head and a strong phrase - come in! I realized I was late to run.
How to Cut? This is the official phrase of any hairdresser, but not always giving the right to choose.
Short and beautiful! I also answered on duty.
"Well, I doubt, beautifully, you will not deceive nature with a haircut, but in short, let's try," she breathed out and pulled out "Niva" or "Don" from there. Judging by the seizure of the carpet wearing on the machine, I could be mistaken in the name, but not in the manufacturer's firm, well, let's start. She spoke and wrapped the wire in my neck twice so that it didn’t talk on the floor.
At that moment I only thought of one thing – just not to slip, just not to slip! And if it slipped, I’t hold on to the machine... During her several swings of her hands and whispering “Don”, I only noticed that my ears live their own lives or have their own minds. I didn’t control them exactly, but as soon as the shadow of the machine fell on them, they clung to my head. Sometimes I even lost sight of them.
What are straight, straight, straight? The teacher spoke in 20 seconds.
already? – I’m excited – I don’t care, I never thought about it.
- Okay, I will make zigzag-shaped, - thoughtfully said she and captured my astonished look, added - you no difference, and I am funny! She clicked on her scissors several times and named the amount. Probably already included in the tea...
I did not see my head, all the attention was distracted by the ears, they then pressed to the skull, then jumped back. I thought it was a nervous tic, but then I realized that they applauded like passengers on a successful plane landing. I walked home covering myself, my girl was waiting for me at the doorstep.
Where did you shave? Looking closely at me, she asked.
Is it so bad? I spoke, pulling my head into my shoulders.
It is perfect!
I agreed with my ears, I thought and broke to the mirror in the bathroom. Even through the second hand mirror, I could not find a single defect. No “sweepstocks”, no cracks, nothing. Everything is perfect, beautiful and truly perfect. Yes, I’m on the go, not Alain Delon, of course, but...
"So that's why there was no line in the tambour, if people were not lazy to go from the other end of the city, then with its professionalism, it would be unlikely that even so they would be able to create it," I thought.