I mentioned the hairdresser once before when speaking of a pierced noise. Pierced through the front as a large farm animal might have. I was repulsed.
Today she arrived on the bus and my immediate reaction was the same. Yuck. Then she spoke.
Not to me, but to the aged woman sitting next to her. Decades in age difference. No notable ‘trends’ to share.
How had they connected initially to carry-on such a pleasant chat? I was so curious but shy enough not to stare.