There is a rhythm to a hair dressing salon that I dare say is rivaled by no other workplace. In the hairdressers this morning I was observing closely, said rhythm. You've got conversations and small talk going on - in depth confessions and personal information flying about the room. The constant hum of the hairdryers, the snip of the scissors, hairspray bursting from cans and parcels of hair being wrapped in tin foil as the constant soundtrack. Then there's the smells, the dyes and chemicals, sprays, oils, serums and gels are overwhelming. Most impressive is the organised dance of the equipment trolleys as they move from one client to the next, effortlessly gliding in a choreographed display! It is impressive.
Possibly I have spent too much time thinking about this!
SB
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