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Date: 05 July 2010 21:59:34
The woman had always hated paying her council tax, but at least today was different. The young man behind the counter had the most amazing hairstyle, and appeared even to have a sense of humour.
“I like the hair,“ she told him as she handed over her cash.
“Thanks,” he replied, fingering his waxed and wild fringe. “I really need to get it cut, though.”
“No, don’t do that,” the woman insisted. “We people with big hair should stick together.” On saying this, she realised that her own large mass of frizzy curls was currently scraped back into a ponytail. How would the young man even know she had big hair? She was still feeling a little foolish when he replied, with a grin,
“No, it definitely needs a cut. Otherwise it might take over the world.”
“I get the feeling mine has a mind of its own too, at times,” she chuckled as he handed her the receipt. “See you next month,” she added as she left with a cheery wave.
“Bye.”
The following month, the woman entered the council office with slightly less reluctance. Yes, there he was, the cheerful young man. My goodness, his hairstyle was crazier than ever. Then again . . . Her train of thought wandered to the fact that her own hair was in desperate need of attention, and she could not find a single serviceable hair-band that morning. The tired looking scrunchy she used when showering would really not be suitable for anything other than private use, hence the wild and woolly look she herself was currently sporting.
“Can I help?” asked the young man, breaking into her stream of consciousness.
“Sorry, miles away,” She apologised, waving her hand airily.
“No problem,” he replied. “It’s probably better than being stuck here”
She returned his wry grin with one of her own as she handed over her cash for the tax.
“I guess you took my advice after all,” said the woman.
“Sorry?” the young man replied, looking up in puzzlement.
“Your hair,” she explained. “I complimented you on it last month and you said you were planning to get it cut. I said not to.”
“Ah yes, I remember now,” the young man exclaimed. “Big hair should stick together.”
“Not literally though,” said the woman, with a comic grimace.
“No,” the young man agreed with a smile. “That could be quite unpleasant, not to mention inconvenient.”
“Yes,” she said, as she took her receipt from the counter tray.
“Same time next month, then,” she added as a parting shot, and turned for the door.
“Bye.”
As the woman began to walk away, something caused her to halt in her steps and look around again. The young man was gazing down at some paperwork, so why did she feel as though there was a piercing pair of eyes fixed on her from his direction? Don’t be foolish, she told herself and swiftly left the building, fighting the urge to scratch the itch that had started up all over her scalp.