Ah, perfect. The whole point was to find replacement hairdressers, right? "45 year old Georgia talks about her job as a hairdresser."
"Yeah, I'm at work. Idiots. Pfft."
"The hairdresser is a real jerk."
Bingo. "The hairdresser is a real sweetheart."
The new hairdresser said "I brought fresh-baked cookies for everyone!" and held out a tray of oatmeal raisin cookies.
Amanda smiled. Georgia promised to be a great colleague, and an immense improvement on the angry middle-aged male jerk of a few minutes ago. But what to do about the woman George had come in with, who was now looking slightly confused.