But we’ll start in reverse order.
That was really all I had for poop. Close call, I know.
Today, I bought two pairs of shoes.
Sorry I’m not sorry.
And finally… the french haircut. There’s a pretty good backstory (not really, but it was all in French so that’s pretty impressive).
So my friend and I were walking down the street yesterday in St. Germain-de-Près. Just walkin’ and talkin’, looking at the pretty buildings and alleyways. Some guy passed us, and before we knew it, he had stopped us to introduce himself. We were both pretty taken aback, so our French capacities were pretty sub-par, but we managed to make out that he was a hairstylist and he was applying for a job at a high-end salon and he needed “hair models” to demonstrate how he cuts hair!
So, let me get this straight. Free haircut by a Parisian hairstylist? Yeah, no problem. I’m there.
I know what you’re all thinking– it was probably all a scam, it was just some creepy guy, etc. And yes, normally this situation would have been just so. But we played it safe and took the necessary precautions, and found out that it actually was a hairstylist who needed hair models for his job interview. And wow… who knew hairstyling was so technical? I heard words that, after 4 years of high school math classes, I tried to never hear again. But no, 90 degree angles and vertex and concave and convex and all sorts of geometry kept hitting me over the head. Literally. And in French.
When he called to thank me afterwards, he told me that he got the job! So exciting for him, but also for me…