Hair Cuts

So I got my hair cut today. I go to one of these little hole in the wall shops here in LA and I really have to say the my hairdresser always does an excellent job. Then again I'm pretty easy. I figure whatever may go wrong only has a matter of time before it grows out. Thank god I haven't haven't had a single disaster.

My hairdresser, Audrey, cracks me up. She for some reason seems to think I work at a restaurant. I don't. She's selective about what she calls me out on in regard to my hair. When I casually mention I'm thinking about coloring, she says no, I don't need to...besides it will only make my hair more dry. How did she know I've spent that last month and a half trying different shampoos and conditioners trying to achieve moisture nirvana? She compliments me when I do a good job on straightening my hair in the back, but tells me my curling iron is too hot. How does she know I push the heat setting to 11? But she never calls me out when I take the scissors to my own hair or when I reappear with subtle highlights. I know she notices. Is she toying with me? Does she figure I'll eventually disfigure my look so much that I'll learn to leave well enough alone? I just can't tell. She's keeping me guessing.