I’m generally a loyal customer when it comes to services. I’ve had the same chiropractor for three years, massage therapist for over seven, dentist my entire life and hairdresser for about fifteen years. Until today.
I’m seated at Flaunt Boutique in Leslieville, nervously awaiting my first appointment with a new stylist. While I feel horrible for cheating on Joseph, driving to Thornhill to get my hair done is ridiculous.
Thankfully, this place already seems to get me – since they offered me a complimentary glass of wine while I wait.
And it’s 10:15am
We’re going to get along just fine.
Regardless of the salon, I will always end up looking like a woolly mammoth-medusa hybrid.