Place: Small town beauty parlor
A late twenty something woman (I’ll call her Liz) sits in the parlor chair getting her hair coiffed by an early twenty something girl (let’s call her Frenchy). They continue to talk loudly while Frenchy back combs the hell out of Liz’s highly gelled and sprayed strands of DNA.
Liz: You know, I used to be a hair stylist too.
Frenchy: Really?!? Oh my God…NO WAAAAYYYY!
Liz: Yah, I would get sooooo stressed out that I would go home and cry. But then I got a higher calling.
Long Pause……… (wait for it….)
Frenchy: Like what??
Liz: Oh, now I’m a real estate agent.