A day at the barber

Today was family day and I took Evan and Ella out. Evan needed a haircut and apparently they also both needed hamburgers. J (Darren stayed home with Emmer who has a fever L)  
I kind of forgot how busy weekends are at the barber shop so I had to try 3 places before I got a “wait” that was doable. The lady at the cash register informed me that it would be a 45 minute wait. “Okay, I’ll take the kids to In and Out for hamburgers and be back.” I said.
Before I left I looked around the barber shop, 5 women hairdressers all looking… um, I couldn’t quite place it. But something was different about them. I hate to admit this but whenever I go into a hair salon to get a cut I always sort of do the whole “judge by the outward appearance thing”. It was a subconscious thing (until today when I discovered that I do this), but I tend to look for the best-kept hairdresser. I’ve found that those who are well groomed, have nice haircuts/styles themselves seem to be more meticulous and good at their job. At least they seem to take their time and aren’t as assembly line, but seem to enjoy their work and take more pride in it, or something. I’m not claiming this is a scientifically proven-fact, but like I said, more like something my instincts tell me. Subconscious thoughts.
So here, this place was just different. As I left I reasoned with myself that I shouldn’t be so “judgy” and that I should definitely come back and get Evan’s hair cut here. “It’s the shortest wait…and he’s just a kid… so it doesn’t matter so much how perfect a job… he wiggles anyway and it never comes out straight…etc.”
I went back. When I got there I tried to figure out what it was that had wigged me out. I pulled it all together. It WAS how the hairdressers were dressed themselves. They each had big puffy hairdo’s that were not IN. Stretch pants, big belts, net stockings on one, a polka dot shirt on another, puffy socks. “These women dress like the 80’s” Strange. Hairdressers are usually pretty style conscious. Wow.
At this point Evan was in the barber chair and I was saying a short prayer under my breath. The hairdresser was very good humored and nice to Evan. Phew.
Ok, I notice a little sign by the cash register that says “Welcome to 80’s day!” Aaaaahhhhaaah!  -I noticed that just in time as in comes bounding another hairdresser from the back door arriving for work in a huge side pony-tail, massive earings, a shirt off the shoulder, stretch pants and leg warmers. All the other hairdressers break out into laughs and compliments to this one and to each other on how “great” and “cute” they look while they talk about where they found their leg-warmers….