Today, after eight--count 'em--eight LONG weeks, I got my hair cut, colored, and highlighted. It was heaven! (I am one of those people who would get their hair cut every 3 weeks, if the budget allowed, so this was a long stretch of bad hair and gray roots for me.)
If you've ever spent any length of time in a beauty salon, you know that the conversation is generally unparalleled and well-known for its wisdom, wit, and veracity. Never mind the gossip, exaggeration, and pretense. (Can anyone say Steel Magnolias?) However, the conversation I overheard today definitely falls into the former category.
I was chatting happily with Sandra (my wonderful stylist; let me know if you want her number!) as I noticed a mom come in with her teenage son, who, according to mom, was desperately in need of a haircut. I didn't pay much attention to them until I heard the word "tampon" come out of mom's mouth. Both Sandra and I stopped talking and looked in their general direction. Had we heard what we thought we'd heard? Sure enough. She said it again.
Mom: S had a nosebleed yesterday, and we couldn't get it to stop. Finally, we shoved a tampon up his nostril to stop the bleeding.
Stylist: Really? I've never heard of that.
Mom: Well, it worked great until it got full and started expanding in his nose. Then we had a problem.
Stylist chuckling. (Sandra and I staring in astonishment, probably with our mouths hanging wide open.)
Mom: Once we got that out, it was still bleeding. So we sprayed another tampon with Afrin nasal spray and stuck it up his nose.
Stylist: You sprayed it with Afrin?
Mom: Yes! Nasal spray makes the blood vessels in your nose constrict. So we sprayed it on there to help stop the bleeding. You should try it next time you have a nosebleed.
Stylist: I'll have to remember that.
At this point, Sandra and I are half-laughing/half-gagging. And, even now, I am still wondering whatever happened to bending over and pinching your nose? Not to mention, how funny did that poor boy look with a string hanging out of his nose?