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clean out my station.”
He looks at me like I’ve asked to borrow his Mercedes but after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he sighs and stands up. “Make it fast. I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes.”
He pulls a key from a file cabinet and tosses it to me. “And be sure to lock up when you leave. I’m gonna need to sell whatever I can to make up the back rent she owed.”
I grab the key from the air and nod, promi sing to be back quickly.
Even though it’s only been two days since I was last there, it already feels different. Vacant in every sense of the word. The spirit of the place is gone, replaced by ghosts that seem to lurk in every dark corner.
I head straight to my chair and grab the few items that were actually mine. My license, a picture of my two-year-old niece from Christmas, and my case. Shane, my boyfriend, gave me a beautiful set of shears and razors for my birthday in February and he’d kill me if they were left behind. Those things cost a fortune.
With my meager possessions tucked under my arm, I walk out of Fabulous Hair for the last time. I don’t know how easy it’ll be to get a job without a lot of experience. As far as the world will know, I’ve only hand hands-on hair experience for six months. That’s probably not enough to land anything decent.
I’ve been saving up to buy a car that i sn’t held together with duct tape but that plan needs to be revised. Good thing Shane has a steady job or I would also be a few weeks away from living on a park bench.
Feeling the need for comfort food, I walk back toward Santa Cruz Ave and straight into the loving embrace of my favorite bakery.
Creamy’s always makes me happy because the logo is an extremely phallic éclair with cream poking out the tip. It shouldn’t make me giggle like a twelve-year-old…but it does. Every. Single. Time.
In my heightened emotional state, what is normally a subtle chuckle that’s silent to anyone but myself, turns into a slightly hysterical guffaw. I can feel the stares of other patrons but I can’t stop. I try to catch my breath, but then I snort and start laughing all over again.
I’ m not sure when the tears of amusement turned into tears of fear but I have to rush to the restroom to wash my face and get under control.
People lose jobs every day and I am a good stylist. I have a lot to learn but I work hard and will find something even better . I will survive this.
Every bad hand life has dealt me has ended up being good for me in some way. This won’t be an exception. Please, let this not be an exception.
After a few minutes of patting my eyes with a wet paper towel, I finally venture back out into the land of creamy bliss.
There isn’t a line so I walk right up and order two cream sticks. Yup, they’re actually called cream sticks. It’s a wonder there isn’t an NC-17 sticker on the door. Maybe there is and I’ve just never noticed it.
“Anything else?” The guy taking my order looks at me with sympathy as he is no doubt waiting for another breakdown. “A cup of coffee maybe? On the house.”
I see him every time I come in and he’s always polite, but this is the first time I can feel him inspecting me. Probably looking for remnants of the strait jacket I just escaped from.
“I’d love a chai latte and I’ll pay for it.” I smile back and check his name tag. “But, thanks for the offer, Mason.”
“If you insist.” He rings up my order then takes my debit card. $41 in my checking account. Awesome .
When he hands me the small box of sugar and butter, I can’t help the excited moan that sneaks out. Mason chuckles under his breath and busts out a full, face-splitting smile.
“I have to say , you are one of the most enthusiastic customers I’ve had in a long time.”
I look up in time to catch him checking me out. Of course, I’m a hot mess after my moment of cray cray but it’s not like I’m interested. I’ve got Shane waiting for me at home.
“Well, what can
He looks at me like I’ve asked to borrow his Mercedes but after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he sighs and stands up. “Make it fast. I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes.”
He pulls a key from a file cabinet and tosses it to me. “And be sure to lock up when you leave. I’m gonna need to sell whatever I can to make up the back rent she owed.”
I grab the key from the air and nod, promi sing to be back quickly.
Even though it’s only been two days since I was last there, it already feels different. Vacant in every sense of the word. The spirit of the place is gone, replaced by ghosts that seem to lurk in every dark corner.
I head straight to my chair and grab the few items that were actually mine. My license, a picture of my two-year-old niece from Christmas, and my case. Shane, my boyfriend, gave me a beautiful set of shears and razors for my birthday in February and he’d kill me if they were left behind. Those things cost a fortune.
With my meager possessions tucked under my arm, I walk out of Fabulous Hair for the last time. I don’t know how easy it’ll be to get a job without a lot of experience. As far as the world will know, I’ve only hand hands-on hair experience for six months. That’s probably not enough to land anything decent.
I’ve been saving up to buy a car that i sn’t held together with duct tape but that plan needs to be revised. Good thing Shane has a steady job or I would also be a few weeks away from living on a park bench.
Feeling the need for comfort food, I walk back toward Santa Cruz Ave and straight into the loving embrace of my favorite bakery.
Creamy’s always makes me happy because the logo is an extremely phallic éclair with cream poking out the tip. It shouldn’t make me giggle like a twelve-year-old…but it does. Every. Single. Time.
In my heightened emotional state, what is normally a subtle chuckle that’s silent to anyone but myself, turns into a slightly hysterical guffaw. I can feel the stares of other patrons but I can’t stop. I try to catch my breath, but then I snort and start laughing all over again.
I’ m not sure when the tears of amusement turned into tears of fear but I have to rush to the restroom to wash my face and get under control.
People lose jobs every day and I am a good stylist. I have a lot to learn but I work hard and will find something even better . I will survive this.
Every bad hand life has dealt me has ended up being good for me in some way. This won’t be an exception. Please, let this not be an exception.
After a few minutes of patting my eyes with a wet paper towel, I finally venture back out into the land of creamy bliss.
There isn’t a line so I walk right up and order two cream sticks. Yup, they’re actually called cream sticks. It’s a wonder there isn’t an NC-17 sticker on the door. Maybe there is and I’ve just never noticed it.
“Anything else?” The guy taking my order looks at me with sympathy as he is no doubt waiting for another breakdown. “A cup of coffee maybe? On the house.”
I see him every time I come in and he’s always polite, but this is the first time I can feel him inspecting me. Probably looking for remnants of the strait jacket I just escaped from.
“I’d love a chai latte and I’ll pay for it.” I smile back and check his name tag. “But, thanks for the offer, Mason.”
“If you insist.” He rings up my order then takes my debit card. $41 in my checking account. Awesome .
When he hands me the small box of sugar and butter, I can’t help the excited moan that sneaks out. Mason chuckles under his breath and busts out a full, face-splitting smile.
“I have to say , you are one of the most enthusiastic customers I’ve had in a long time.”
I look up in time to catch him checking me out. Of course, I’m a hot mess after my moment of cray cray but it’s not like I’m interested. I’ve got Shane waiting for me at home.
“Well, what can
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