I never knew a haircut could leave me completely traumatized. I had had high expectations and now I was just hoping to not have a complete meltdown. As I started my car, I started to hyperventilate. How could I even go on with my life if I had problems going to the hairdresser? I thought I had been obvious and clear when I said how I wanted my hair to look. I had even taken a picture!
I didn’t even want to look in the rearview mirror because I couldn’t bear to see what I had done. How was I going to face the world when everything had gone so wrong? The next phase of my plan would have to be completely reimagined. I took a few deep breaths to try and steady my pounding heart as I began to visualize what would come next.
I would have to rewrite and replan how I was going to win Barry back. But before I could even plot my first move, he appeared out of nowhere and headed toward the beauty salon. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t imagining him. But yes, here he was and there was his car and my hairdresser hustled out to meet him at the front door. I now knew my new haircut had not been a mistake. The two of them had been plotting against me, not knowing I was one step ahead. I knew I didn’t have to change a thing.