The haircut didn't happen on Saturday.

I got there and they didn't have an appointment for me. They apparently didn't believe I had an appointment there at all - they asked if I was sure I was at the right place. I had them check this Saturday, thinking maybe I had the day wrong. Nope, nothing for me for this Saturday either. They called the woman I said I had an appointment with to see if she could come in a bit early. She wasn't able to. They tried to squeeze me between one person's color and another person's color in a weird, haircutting tag-team match. I refused that option - I didn't want to be bounced back and forth and I didn't want anyone rushing (a rushed hairdresser with scissors isn't a good idea).

I had a thought and asked the woman to check the previous Saturday. And there I was. The guy that made the appointment made it for the previous Saturday. Einstein.

So I'm rescheduled for this Saturday at 3:30.

In my new-found role of nosey neighbor, I've decided the house across the street doesn't hold any actual adults. I'm sure the occupants qualify as adults, but they're late teens / early 20's. And Saturday night, around 1am, one of them was screaming at someone else. Fun times.

My time of 11- 8 is almost over. I have just this week and next week. Yay.