Sometimes you meet someone and it's a scene right out of a book. When I write dialogue, I try to stay believable. If I wrote a scene like what happened when I was getting my hair cut yesterday, it would not seem believable.
One of the things I somewhat dislike about getting my hair cut is that the stylists always want to talk to you. I feel for them; I'm sure that if I were in their position I'd be dying to talk to somebody, but I'm not a talkative person at the best of times and hair salons have a sedative effect on me. (The place where I go is not one of those high-energy places, they were playing Roberta Flack when I was in there, and a couple of the stylists were singing along.) I'm sorry I never caught her name, but this is what she said: do I watch "Real Housewives of Atlanta?", you know, they were going to do a reality show about Las Vegas called Trailer Trash, isn't that awful? I think they should do a show like they did in the 70s, did you ever see it, it was called "Vegas" and it had a guy driving his car into his garage below his house, he was a p.i. They should show that again, like on TVLand. I'm going to write a letter...another letter...to TVLand if I can find where I put the address and tell them to bring it back. I'd never want to live in a trailer, though, would you? Actually, you know, what I've always wanted is to live in a log house. They cost a lot of money, though.
There was also something in there somewhere about bowling tournaments and the Showboat Casino being imploded.
My husband said later that he would have liked to have seen my expression while this was going on. But when you are sitting in a chair and the person saying all this is holding scissors and the scissors are right next to your face what you say is: "Yes, I've always wanted to live in a log house, too."