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What do Sienna Miller and Hillary Clinton have in common?
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The preparations are enormously complicated
At the latest, when the week consists of six Bad Hair Days and my girlfriend Anna greeted me with the words: "Have you gone under the Althippies?", I have to face the truth: It is high time to make an appointment with the hairdresser to agree! To which others joyfully feverishly resembles for me a mission impossible.
The preparations are extremely complex and afterwards nothing is as it once was - unfortunately! It could all be so beautiful: A George Clooney blend (gay, but no matter!) Pampers me with a head massage, I'm sipping a latte macchiato, inform me about the latest gossip - and leave an hour later with a blissful smile and the death-chic hairstyle of Sienna Miller the store.
Instead, the following happens: Three hours before the appointment I barricade myself in the bathroom and throw myself in shell, as if I was invited to the Queen for dinner. A trick of the professionals - after all, the hairdresser should miss me no "peppy" hedgehog cut in eggplant, because he considers me a member of the Bundestag Green Party.
Quick home in the shower
In the store then the disillusionment: The neon light gives my face an unhealthy zombie touch and I am also assigned the space in the window - where half the pedestrian area with amused looks can pursue my miraculous transformation. Right now I can show a snippet of news from Sienna's hairstyle, when René, the "Design Director", begins to brighten the color of the street with theatrical gestures.
After 20 minutes at 80 degrees under the heat radiator I glow like after a Sahara crossing. And on my sweaty favorite blouse emblazoned a big dark spot hair coloring! Guilty, René now gives everything. He cuts and blows with full physical effort, as if it were about to set a new record in the expressive dance.
What comes out? Relieved for 120 euros, I flee with an XXL sunglasses from the store. My goal: fast home in the shower! With my flamboyant Hillary Clinton bob, the chance of anyone confusing me with Sienna is as high as Mrs. Pitt's going to be. 30 washes later, I slowly come away from the idea to join Islam and only to go to veiled.
However, the visit of Anna really saved me. Surprised she said: "I thought you wanted to go to the hairdresser today? Did not the appointment work? "
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