Rejuvenation

The Beauty Shop (or hair salon as they call it) is a humbling place. It is there you gain the confidence that you once lacked in one single visit. It is there in that black leather chair that you become the person you should have always been. Happy, confident, beautiful.

In the Black community the hair salon is the "it spot". The place where you get all your gossip about the Jones' while getting a $40 hour long process that costs double and takes triple.

I currently experienced a Dominican salon. Now they work! In hot tempetures, with no television or stereo playing; no disturbances other than their very polite and very helpful children with nappy heads.

Which brings me to ask "Maam, why the hell are you touching my head and your Childs head looks like a tornado hit?" Anywho, minding my business atop my head. They do an excellent job and your hair comes out bone straight after stupid amounts of hot as hell (used in the formal noun) heat.

I walked out a new person. I was sooo happy, I was so confident, so rejuvenated. I exited more beautiful than I entered. Exhale. Ah the Beauty Shop.

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