Date: February 9, 2011
Time: 1:00 p.m.
Place: a Eureka beauty salon
A woman sits innocently in a plastic cape waiting for her hair to turn Marilyn Monroe blonde while several hairstylists whirl around the salon.
First hairstylist (as she comes running out of a room in the back): That’s it! No one is allowed to bring fish for lunch anymore. The whole place smells like fish now back there, especially the bathroom.
Second hairstylist: Maybe it wasn’t anybody’s lunch. Maybe there was a prostitute back there.
Third hairstylist: That reminds me of this customer I had once. She got pregnant by her ex-husband in the bathroom at Adel’s. She was so happy it was a girl so she could name it Adel.