On a sunny weekend afternoon, you walked into one of the city’s hair salons.
You see ladies getting pampered, hairdressers opening their cabinets and pulling out scissors, plastic combs and electric clippers. You were asked to sit at the lounge area to wait for your hairdresser.
You sat across a lady that looks like she’s here to touch up her roots. Touching up one’s roots means that someone takes great liberty to make sure their hair is not the color they were born with and stays that way. It takes regular maintenance, time and money.
This lady had foil and plastic wrapping strands of her hair. She was determined to look like a mad scientist from the future for three hours, so that, later, when she looked into a mirror, she would, hopefully, see someone she’s pleased with, for a month or two.
This lady was looking at a video on her phone. She was also flipping a magazine on her lap. The two acts were happening in conjunction. Suddenly, her Apple watch lit up. You were excited to see whether she could juggle. The lady is a pro. She didn’t pause the video or the magazine flipping, she touched her Apple watch and said something to it and continued. The watch lit up a couple more times. She switched to a different magazine to flip in between.
You sat quietly. The salon was busy.
