I don’t get my hair cut very often, but when I do, I usually fall into the trap of being wowed by some amazing spray or gel or other delightfully aromatic product that the hairdresser applies to my hair in a business-like fashion.
What’s that? I say. Does it make it easier to comb?
The hairdresser agrees with all my assumptions about wonderness of product, cuts and blow-dries my straggly locks to give them that rare salon-finish, and shows me the back of my head in the mirror.
I put my glasses on and then she shows me the back of my head again.
It looks just as I would expect the back of my head to look, so I pretend to understand why she is showing me the back of my head in the mirror, and then go to pay.
At that point, I always accidentally pick up a jar of the wonder-product, and place it on the counter, confident that just owning it will make my hair continue to look salon-finished for the next twelve weeks.
The wonder-product invariably costs almost as much as the haircut itself. See exhibit A: Item on the left cost about £10 over a year ago, still three-quarters full; Item on the right a whopping £12.10, this weekend.
Haircut on Sunday. Salon-finished look gone by Monday morning.