Troubled Haircut

Date: 12/6/2017

I had plans for the day... But I had to hold it all up for my mother. She needed my help buying some stuff on the market place, on the other side of the city. All my plans were ruined by her dragging me on the early morning to help her, and I can remember my dream self being a little pissed. Moreover, it was way waaaay to early. Not a single shop had open yet, but here we were, in the middle of a busy (though still a little empty) street, waiting for the markets to open. On the way we found to elders, talking and drinking a beer on a rounded bar table. Mother knew them and strikes a conversation. I stay silence, messing with my cellphone wanting to go away, till one of the elders comments in a hairstylist close to the area who he trusted a lot. Hearing this, I comment with mother on how I needed to cut me hair, and how we could go there before the marker, since everything was closed.... She ignored my request, we waited a few hours with the elders and went shopping. We go back home, and I'm feeling pissed. Mother had told me that after everything she would take me to the hairstylist as to make up for the comprises I had to cancel to help her with the groceries... But she went back in her word and told me to go by my own. Even though the haircut place was waaaaaay far from home, on the other side of the city. I angrily gave her the groceries and said I was leaving. We fought a little, but she let me go. And here I go driving to the hairsalon. I get there, the building is a fancy antique building. And I get confused with how to schedule a hair cut... Inside the place they had a small dance floor where you could dance as to experience you new hair... But if you asked them to turn up the volume, you paid a wealthy fee... After many confused moments I encountered the hairstylist and started talking to him. He was young and very passionate about his work. He introduced me to the place. Introduced me to the staff, and we discovered we had a friend in common who was a coach (someone who helps with career's) and that he had helped him build his hairsalon. We went up to his office, to discuss priced. And even another client (who clearly was a wealthy woman) was paying for her haircut. I noticed that, even though the whole place was pretty chique, his office was a tad unkept. This was a antique house after all... There even was a swimming pool on the porch, that was green with lime. Suddenly a freaking big rat falls into the porch!! Everyone went into a frenzy. This big man, picks me up and runs with me, but the rat followed us to the other room. The man dropped me in his panic and I was had to deal with the rat. I tried capturing it without letting it bite me. It was hard and I was very terrified. I tried choking the rat, but I never had the inner strength to really kill it. The is a jump here. The rat was gone. And I was sitting inside the office again. The hairstylist apologizes for the mess, and tells me that I won't have to pay for my haircut if I still wish to have my haircut done by him. I woke up before I could answer.