My
operator was "Sunshine." Well, obviously, that's a
nickname, but it's the only one she uses. She's a chubby 55-year-old
who has worked there for 32 years, is a native Californian, has a
daughter who's getting her masters at UCLA, a son who's in
construction, and she and and her husband have sex six times a
week--.
Okay,
I made that last part up. Yes, Sunshine is a non-stop talker, but
she's pleasant and cheerful and knows her way around a pair of
scissors. I had her darken 'way down, almost to the brunette I used
to be (but it will lighten, I know) and cut about three inches off.
Looks pretty good and, compared to Mary at Penney's, Sunshine is
nicer to be around and--bingo!--the process cost me twenty dollars
less than at Penney's.
Home,
had lunch, then left for town. Did the library to promenade thing,
stopped at the museum to ask about a program they're having on Sunday
to which I might go, then walked around the corner to the Blue Agave.
I staked out a table on the patio and waited for the other three.
Diane
came in soon after, then Carolyn and Nancy, and we had our weekly
good time. Lots of talk and laughs, ranging over a multitude of
topics, including our late husbands' burials--or rather, non-burials,
as both Nancy's and Carolyn's were cremated and scattered. (Diane was
not widowed, but is divorced). We stayed more than an hour, then said
goodbye until next week.
I
thought I'd go to the library, which is open until 7:00, so walked
down Main with Diane. We went past The Grapes and Hops, stopped to
ask if they had Happy Hour, they do, and we agreed on the spot to
suggest that for next time.
Diane
went across to her place and by that time, it was dusk. Decided not
to go to the library, after all, and caught a bus home. I didn't get
in until after 7:00, but that was okay.
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