I've just returned home from the hairdressers. I tried another new place today. Three and a half years here and still I haven't found a salon that I want to return to.
Anyway, my hairdresser TODAY was a guy called Toko, or something to that effect. He was pretty cool. Just jabbered away in Korean, content with a minimal grunt or smile from me. And, as is usually the case in Korea, someone other than your stylist washed my hair.
My hairwasher TODAY was a tall, slim, attractive girl with a perfectly built, and probably expensive, nose. As I reclined in the hairwash chair I asked her if she spoke English. She loudly and confidently answered no. A little, I asked. Again, a very confident no.
Then I asked what her name was (in English). Heejin she answered. Then changed her mind. No, no, no. Angel, she said with a big proud smile.
Anyway, my hairdresser TODAY was a guy called Toko, or something to that effect. He was pretty cool. Just jabbered away in Korean, content with a minimal grunt or smile from me. And, as is usually the case in Korea, someone other than your stylist washed my hair.
My hairwasher TODAY was a tall, slim, attractive girl with a perfectly built, and probably expensive, nose. As I reclined in the hairwash chair I asked her if she spoke English. She loudly and confidently answered no. A little, I asked. Again, a very confident no.
Then I asked what her name was (in English). Heejin she answered. Then changed her mind. No, no, no. Angel, she said with a big proud smile.
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