It’s always about the hair

Back in my early days of burning my flesh with Nair, I wrote about how my friend noted that it’s always about the hair. You can read that post at Beck’s Cafe by clicking to this link HERE.

In celebration of hair, hair salons and bad hair days, the barrista’s at Beck’s Cafe proudly present, Hair Humor. All jokes courtesy of Hair Salon Humor at Becquet.com

MANY people hold down two jobs, so I wasn’t surprised when my hairdresser mentioned to me that he also worked part time at the racetrack. “That’s interesting,” I said. “What do you do?” As he finished styling my hair, he replied, “I groom horses.”

WHEN a new permanent turned out to be a disaster, I phoned my husband and issued a one-line warning: “Don’t say anything about my hair.” During dinner, we discussed the weather, his day at the office — anything but my hair. I began to feel uneasy. Finally, when we were washing the dishes, he said in a serious tone, “You’d better go now. My wife will be here any moment, and she wouldn’t like to find me with a strange woman.”

AS A reminder of my early morning appointment for a haircut, I left a note stating “hair today” next to the alarm clock. The resulting style was considerably shorter than usual, which didn’t please my husband at all. However, it wasn’t until the next morning that I realized just how unhappy he was with my new look. There, next to the alarm clock, my note now read: “hair today - gone tomorrow.”

MY MOTHER was telling her hairdresser about her bad luck with men, after having just broken off with her boyfriend of five years. “You think that’s bad,” the hairdresser responded, “I had a customer who just found out her boyfriend was married.” “You’re kidding!” my mother exclaimed. “How long did it take her to find out?” The hairdresser thought for a minute and began counting on her fingers. “About eight haircuts.”