Coiffure

Believe me when I say this that I'm sitting inside a coffee shop (not Starbucks) while staring at my phone and typing because I'm done with a string of errands and now I need to sit and be while sipping on some coffee not served in a plastic cup.
My coffee of choice is almost always either a double espresso or an Americano and today it's the latter and I'm thankful at the dearth of humans sitting with their MacBooks.
There is an expensive salon in front of me flanked with women getting their hair done by zealous men, steam pouring out of futuristic contraptions as it warms and soothes the scalps of fashionistas who are undoubtedly rather serious about their overhead vanity.
Of course these steam emitting machines are a crucial step in almost every hair routine/treatment be it deep conditioning, perm, hair spa, Brazilian blowout, keratin treatment, rebonding and what have you.

I won't be lying if I were to say that it doesn't tempt me to step inside and have something fun done with my hair but the question is what and more importantly why?
I think I'm happy with how and where my hair is about now and mostly straight owing to the dryness in this weather, not to mention smooth and so I'm seeing through the glass, the activities of the customers and willingness of the employees.
The laugher, gratifying smiles, preening stances of women getting their hair fondled and the yawns, bored eyerolls, weepy faces of their children who've been given some colouring books to keep themselves occupied.
Why these kids aren't at school is my question.
A couple of dispirited looking husbands sipping on complimentary coffee can also be seen, staring jadedly at their surroundings while trying to figure out the difference an hour of salon time has made to their women's head.
It's funny how men never figure out such things.

This mug of coffee feels like a well.
I've been sipping on it for an hour and it's still half full.