Yesterday I went to the hair salon to have my hair highlighted and cut. Someone had decorated the salon for Christmas already. Everywhere.
Some of the decorations I recognized– like a fake pine garland with bulbs and bows draped over the top of the mirrors. I recognized the canned Christmas songs playing endlessly.
But I couldn’t figure out what the large objects suspended from the ceiling were– nor why they were hanging over each stylist’s work counter. In their way.
J, my stylist, saw me looking at one of the large Christmasy objects and said: “You don’t know what that is, do you?”
J: “It’s a Christmas tree, fully decorated with bulbs and icicles, hanging upside down. The ornament on the top– or bottom depending on you perspective– is supposed to twirl around in a circle all the time. But mine’s broken right now.”
Me: “Huh? That’s… well– OH MY!”
J: “You did a nice job of saying something pleasant. Most people aren’t that nice about these trees.”
Me: “Why do you have them anyhow?”
J: “The owner was an interior decorator before he did hair. He thinks that all this Christmas decorating is stylish and trendy. He thinks that it’s clever.”
J: “I know. Don’t even try to think about it. It’ll make your head explode. It’s ugly and it’s too soon.”
Me: “Yes it is.”
After paying for my highlight and cut, I gave J a big tip. She’s going to need all the help she can get to make it through a holiday season with an upside down rotating Christmas tree dominating her work space– and confused, outspoken customers commenting on her boss’s