"Oh, I'm so stressed, and my hair's a mess. I'll head over to
Colleen's Cuttery for a new hairdo, and," Suzanne looked down at her
feet and chuckled, "Maybe a pedicure. When my feet grew, the nail
polish didn't."
Forgetting about her oh, so comfortable magic shoes, Suzanne grabbed
her bag and headed out the door. She flipped open her cell phone and
speed dialed the salon.
"Colleen's Cuttery, how may I help you," said a young woman with a
lilting brogue.
"Uh, yes, it's me Suzanne, my regular appointment is for tomorrow, but
I'm such a mess, could you see me today?"
"Oh, yes, your appointment was at 4PM tomorrow, but we can fit you in
this afternoon. Shampoo & style only or do you want a perm or haircut
too?"
"Oh, I think I'd like a new hairdo, and a mani and pedi."
"Well, Seamus can do your hair right away, his scheduled appointment
has swine flu and canceled last minute. She was a total dye job and
perm at least 3 hours, so we blocked off 4. The nail girl is totally
booked, it'll be at leaast 2 hours before she can get to you."
"Fine, I'll be right over."
Suzanne had to get used to her larger feet pushing the pedals. She
almost hit several cars before she got used to her bigger feet.
At Colleen's, Seamus greeted Suzanne, by accidentally stepping on her
toe. He apologized and stared at her feet. He had a bit of a foot
fetish, and he was sure that she had had dainty feet. He rolled his
eyes, and escorted her to his chair.
"Now, my dear, what shall we do first? Did you want me to bleach or
wax your moustache?"
"Moustache? I don't have a mustache! Do I?" Suzanne said grabbing the
hand mirror. She stared in disbelief and embarrassment. She had more
hair on her lip than her kid brother Steven had when he announced that
he had grown a mustache.
"It's barely noticeable," lied Seamus.
Across the salon, Suzanne heard a familiar voice ask, "Ah, sure and
begora, if this isn't the only Irish barber shop for 10 furlongs at
least. Do ye think ye could fit in a wee shave for a crusty old
leprechaun?"
"Oh, you're adorable," gushed the Irish receptionist, "Seamus can
shave you while Suzanne is getting her hair washed."
Suzanne only half heard the conversation as while she was looking in
the hand mirror, her chin sprouted a goatee. "I need a shave?" she
asked. She turned to glare at the leprechaun who nodded at her feet.
"The shoes!" she exclaimed, as she looked down her feet had already
grown 3 sizes. She reached down to take them off, and found that she
couldn't remove them. The leprechaun pointed at his watch when she
looked over, and mouthed "only on the hour." It was 5 past, she
wanted to scream. There was nothing to do but have her face waxed.
She said as much to Seamus, and leaned back in the chair.
Seamus went over to the leprechaun and got him settled in another
chair. Then he took the heated wax he had prepared over to Suzanne.
She was tilted back resting in the chair. When Seamus saw her he
nearly dropped the wax. She was a lot hairier, and her feet were at
least size 14's. He set the wax down, and put his head between his
knees.
The leprechaun laughed, "Ye know that Suzanne keeps going the way she
is, I daresay that she'll be able to join our little support group. I
bet that guy from Diet Doctor Pepper might just be her type. Not sure
she'll be his though." He chuckled to himself.