Monday, September 18, 2006
I'm considering posting a want ad on Craigslist for a deaf-mute hairdresser.
I require only two things from a person who cuts my hair: that they be skilled at cutting hair and that they don't stink.
They don't need to know the following...
(and they especially don't deserve to know the following if they're addressing me as if it's my first day of kindergarten):
Why I spell my name the way I do
What I'm doing after I get my hair cut
Where I went to school
Where I grew up
If I want to have children
My opinion of the weather
Where I went on vacation
Where I work
If I like my job
If I'm married
Where I got my purse
If it's my day off
I'm not being mean, really. It's just that I can't stand the kind of talk generated from obligation. She doesn't care what the answers are to any of those questions beyond whether they'll lead to more conversation.
And I'm not kidding about the kindergarten thing. Her over-dramatic exclamations of astonishment and fascination with each of my one word answers made my ears and brain hurt.