chainsaw mary
It felt like a drug deal. I walked into the motel lobby and looked at the dark young man behind the desk, “I’m here to see Chainsaw Mary,” I told him.
“Go over to that phone,” he answered, pointing to a small black rotary phone sitting on a stained end-table. “Dial 7206. Someone will come get you.”
I called, and got a quick response of, “Hey.”
“Yeah, I’m here to see Chainsaw Mary.” For some reason, every time I said her name thoughts of Mother Superior from Trainspotting ran through my head. “I have a one o’clock.”
“What are you getting?” I assumed it was her.
“Six synth streaks,” I said, trying not to trip over the S’s.
“I’ll be down in about 10 minutes. I have to finish up with this client, then I need to take my dog for a quick walk. You can join me if you want.”
Sitting in the lobby, I wondered how she’d know who I was. As I looked around, I realized that everyone else in the lobby was old enough to be my grandparents. That’s how she’d find me. Who else down here would be waiting for someone named Chainsaw Mary, to go walk a dog and then play with their hair?
I watched a young girl leave the elevator with a head full of short, blonde dreads. That must be the other client. Soon, a woman dressed in purple, looking rather hippy-like, walked up to the lobby door with a beautiful retriever in tow.
We walked Charlie and talked hair.
“I didn’t know I had any synth appointments, so I don’t have all my colors here. If you don’t like what I have, I’ll be back in town on the 6th. We can do it then if you want,” Mary said, throwing a ball for Charlie.
After dog-time was over, we went up to look at her selection. We picked two colors to mix, and Mary got to work. Sitting me in a chair, she started messing with my hair. Within 20 mintues, she was done.
I stood up and walked to the mirrior. Wow. Purplish-red streaks hung down near my face. I smiled, dropped some cash on the table and left.
It was like the coolest drug deal ever.
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