Or so I thought. Everything went well up until I reached the number 7, at which point a near total stranger suddenly stuck her fingers deep into my ears. And I forgot everything.
Can you guess where I was?
Queena used to do it for me, but she's never much liked to, and here in Malaysia the cuts are pretty cheap. So I'm expanding my horizons.
I'd like to tell you about some of the differences between the Malaysian hair salon, as I experience it, and its American counterpart. These differences are neither good nor bad, inherently. But I do have my preferences. Here in Malaysia:
- I have more time to think. It seems people often read magazines at the barber's. At my most recent haircut there were magazines provided. But they were filled only with pictures of people in short shorts and Chinese writing, neither of which I can understand. Thus I was left to myself, trying not to replay Monty Python's murderous barber scene in my head.
- The trends are different. At least I think they are. I've been out of the USA for almost a year. Is this happening over there?
I'm just not ready for this.
- The infamous scalp massage. When the haircut is all done, they shampoo your hair (even if you are a man) and they really rub it into your scalp. I repeat, they do this to you even if you're a man. This is the part where someone's fingers can end up in your ear. I understand you can pay extra for an extended scalp massage session; needless to say I have never given it a try.
That's the end of my story. Queena says I should tack on a picture of the kids, even though it has nothing to do with the rest of this post. So here it is.
To all my Malaysian friends: Janganlah marah dengan saya! Saya bermaksud baik. Don't worry, I like your hair, I like your shops. But to a foreigner everything can feel unusual at first.