I had never been to this particular lady barber but figured whatever she does will grow out within a month anyway. Tina is very friendly and we were chatting away as she cut. I told her about Locks of Love and how I had donated my hair when I cut the length ten years before. She told me where she lived and about her dog Mimi. As she finishes the cut, Tina says:
I wuv shie cuwu. Sash un papa.
Huh? You what?
I wuv shie cuwu. Sash un papa.
You wu..? love!
Yes, she cawa.
Oh, the color. Yes. Salt and pepper. It looks good. I guess it could have been more salt than pepper which would be too much.
Huh? Tina asked.
More salt than pepper. Which could be too much. I replied.
More...huh? and Tina scrunched her face into the universal WTF? signifier. Then I had an epiphany.
More sash then papa would be too much.
Oh, yes. More sash too much. And she laughs.
My Vietnamese lady barber hears with an accent.
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