Our ten-minute free-write is back for another round! Tap away on whatever comes to mind, no filters attached.
My city is famous for many things and one of them is its changing weather. Today I decided to go to the hair dresser because I wanted to look good in a picture for my press card. It will be my presentation card for the next five years, so the image is important, I thought. I’m not too conceited, but I’m no longer young and pretty and I need some external help to look presentable.
It was a sunny morning. I went to one salon that advertised that there was no need of concerting an appointment, only to find out that when I arrived, all the personal were too busy to wash, comb and style my hair. They told me to come back in two hours. No problem, I thought. The inconveniences of going without an appointment. So I went to do some errands and to have a quiet walk through the streets of my neighbourhood enjoying the sunny and fresh morning before coming back to the hair dresser.
And this time all went smoothly. I arrived and I didn’t have to wait a second. It was fast, because I wanted something simple and natural for the picture.
I paid the bill and went out half an hour later and… it was raining! And I had gone out without umbrella. Of course, my hair got ruined in no time while I rushed to get to the photographer shop. And when I arrived I found it closed. He had hanged a sign saying: “gone to lunch”.