Tuesday, March 16, 2004

I called today to make an appointment for a haircut on Thursday. Since I moved to Seattle I've gotten it cut twice, both times at the same place. It's right down the street from me; it's a little spendy, but both times she's done a good job.

Anyway, the point to this little bit of a story is that when I gave her my name for the appointment, she remembered who I was. This may not actually be true. She may have just been sounding like she knew who I was in the same way that I pretend to remember the customers in my store. But regardless, she appeared to remember me and this feels like I officially have a hairstylist. Like, cheesily, I'm putting down roots.

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