Hair Salon Mafia

I'm away on business and it occurs to me (as I look in the hotel bathroom mirror with the supercharged lights that electrify my gray roots coming in) that I'm due for a hair appointment soon. I know I pre-booked. I just can't remember for when...

So, I decide to send an email to the salon to see if they can tell me what date and time I booked my appointment for in June.

Within minutes I get a response:

THEM: "Your appointment with SuperStylist* was scheduled for June 26th, however we are in the process of moving all of SuperStylist's* appointments over as she has left the salon..."

WHAT?!

I reply quickly - in nanoseconds - with my hands typing furiously on my Blackberry:

Me: Eeek! Is it rude of me to ask where SuperStylist* went? I realize you won't be keen to tell me, and I would understand. After UberStylist* left, I was given another stylist there as a replacement who really did a number on my hair. I vowed never to return again but then you guaranteed SuperStylist* would be able to help and she has been fixing that disastrous cut ever since. We are THIS CLOSE to it being back to normal and healthy and I'm nervous to be given another stylist again...

I wait. And wait. And wait. No response. I know they are on the other end of the line and have read my email. Why aren't they responding??

Now it's been hours and I begin to wonder... Why is it that no one ever seems to know where their hairstylist goes when they leave a salon? Is it because of non-compete clauses or something more sinister like a Hair Salon Mafia? How do these people just "disappear" never to be seen again?

* Of course I gave them fake names! I worry that the Hair Salon Mafia might know I'm on to them...

It's funnier as "bitches"

Hmmmm... I wonder if "crappy pants" counts...

Article here.

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