Karma? I must have done somethin' really BAD!

What are the odds, Seriously?! Have you ever had one of those moments in life where you are thinking about a friend, then you hear from them or someone you know does? Or you will have a song stuck in your head when you wake up and you hear in on the first radio you turn on. Crazy.

This story starts about 6 month ago. I went to this hair salon here in town, and had a lovely lady work on my hair. I have never been a fan of hair salons. Could be because I have a history of terrible hair cuts, who knows. It was about 4 days after Obama became president. I was feeling really good about the world. My birthday was in a few days and I decided let's change my hair completely and bring in my birthday with a bang. So I had a picture of a model with hair a similar texture as mine. Shorter, bouncy curls and reddish hair. I wanted to put my hair a shade darker than my natural to cover the white wirey ones that have started sprouting, and make it a bit more dramatic. I was getting acquainted with my new stylist, this was my first time with her. She was confident with doing my hair. We were just chit chatting away, when this woman sits in the stylist chair next to mine, and interrupts our conversation, asking the stylist if her name was whatever. My stylist we will call her Shelby, kind of gives her a slight but polite looks and says,"yes, I am. Can I help you?", turns out Shelby is the salon owner. The woman we will call her Barbie. She has long blonde hair and slightly over tanned and obnoxiously loud voice. Barbie continues to blather away about how she comes every six weeks to see her stylist, and had seen her before and just wanted to let her know who she was. So that is fine,Shelby and I go back to our conversation. We were talking about moving into town, and our pets and what not. Barbie interrupts again and proceeds to tell me she rescues huskies and tells me where I should not take my cat for vet care. I thought okay maybe she is not so bad, she is an animal lover. I lowered my "Obnoxious Person" defense just a bit, only to throw it back up and then some about 20 minutes later. Since Barbie is a bit of a loud talker, she is talking over everyone else about how she didn't vote for Obama, and how she support Bush and McCain and what not. Said something about gas and compared it to when Desert Storm was happening. By now I realize we are not dealing with a full deck. She then proceeds to go on about how Obama is going to make this country a Socialist country; she then says, "If that happens I am moving to Canada!" I am stewing in my chair, trying to ignore the whole thing, and kept telling myself "she is an ignorant american, she has never left the country, cause if she had she would know CANADA IS A SOCIALIST COUNTRY!!! I get a bit worked up by people like her. My stylist trying to be nice, hears her mention Canada, and says "Shannon here is from Canada, you should ask her all about it?!" She was trying to be nice and change the subject. Not exactly the best, and after she said it she looked back at me in the mirror, and realized what she might have started. Believe it or not it go much worse.

Barbie: "REALLY?!! Why did you move here? and how old were you?, you might want to go back now."

Me: "I have lived here for two years, and it was because of my husband, and I didn't move here for political reasons, other wise I never would have moved here in the first place." I had a calm yet, angry tone. Offended more by her judgemental tone.

Barbie: "You don't have an accent, don't you speak french in Canada?"

Me:"Ah, well French is a second language much like Spanish is here...no I am not bilingual if that is what you are asking."

Barbie: "I heard people die on waiting list to see doctors in Canada like they do in Britain, and that is what Obama wants here."

At this point, it took every ounce of composure, not to get out the chair and get in her face, and educate her on the world.

Me:"No, I don't know about all that. Yes our system in not perfect, but EVERYONE gets treated and taken care of. No one is turned away." unlike the U.S. healthcare system which I won't get into here.

Finally she shut it down, before she got beat down. At that point poor Shelby was looking nervous, not only was I being verbally attacked and insulted, I was a new client, who very well might not come back because of this crazy biatch!!!

I decided after I calmed down, I was going to relax and ignore the woman as much as possible and enjoy the rest of the session. While I was under the hair dryer she was waiting for her highlights to take, she just kept staring at me. I closed my eyes, to avoid her really. Next thing I know "Oh, your falling asleep under there?!"

Me: "Nope just enjoying the warmth from the dryer, its cold in here."

Barbie: "Your from Canada! You should be use to cold!"
She can't be that thick headed can she?

Me:"We have four seasons like here, same temperatures and everything."

Barbie: "Do you go mushing?"

OMG! Shut up!!! I was screaming in my head.

Me: What is Mushing?

Barbie: With sled dogs, we do it when we go to Wisconsin!"

Me: Nope, can't say that we do. I am from a City, which is much larger than this town."

Finally she just continued to read her National Enquirer I am sure taking notes, and using the information as facts.

After my hair was done, it looked like the picture, and Shelby was quite pleased with her work, and it did look really good. It was a dramatic change from long blonde/red to short red/brown. Barbie who only had her roots touched up, and ends trimmed; looks up at her stylist and says "Does mine look good?! Can you see the colour?" It was at this moment I realized she is a special breed of American that one. One of the rare ones I have come across.

Skip forward to today, I went to get my hair done, and what are the odds, that crazy bitch was sitting in the chair next to mine. Ah the Universe has quite the sense of humour!!! She didn't say much, I don't know if she remembered me or not, I certainly won't forget her. I actually heard her before I saw her. I still can't get over it, What are the odds?! Seriously?!