Thursday, May 24, 2007

You Know You're in The South When.....

you're sitting in a nice salon, having your face steamed while getting a hand and arm massage and you overhear the woman next to you talking about Nascar like it is her family! Really! I was at a new salon to get my semi-yearly haircut.
Side note: I really do prefer my hair to be short, but do to scheduling conflicts, I am only able to make it into a salon 2 or 3 times a year.
Anyway, this salon is so cha cha that they wrap a steaming hot towel around your face, leaving only your eyes and your nose exposed. The nose is exposed to allow you to breathe in a minty oil that they put on the towel right below your nose. While this is going on, a girl massages a wonderful lotion into your arms and hands. It was heaven. I could barely walk across the room to get my hair cut after this procedure.
Now that the stage is set, let me explain the real reason for this post. During the hair cut, I inadvertently overheard a woman talking about her husband going to Hendricks (a Nascar racing team owner) to do such and such (I didn't catch what he wanted Hendricks to do). "Hendricks had a full plate at the time, so he is going back to talk to him again. And by the way, did you catch the race last weekend? Those Busch brothers! Everyone knew it would happen sooner or later. They bumped while trying to pass three wide. The one brother was just as mad as a hornet after that race!"
There was more that was said, but I decided to create my own conversation and I didn't catch it all. This was truly a new experience for me. I enjoy Nascar, but I can't say that I have ever initiated a Nascar conversation at the spa. What a hoot!

1 comment:

John said...

It could be the south OR that NASCAR is more open to femininity, I mean there is a Garnier car now!

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