Sentenced to the chair.

At 72, I have found I feel much more confident when I have my grey hair colored. But I also realize it's not that easy with the high degree of incompetency that exists today. This morning I went to a costly and elegant salon. I told them the color I wanted to cover my grey hair and they nodded knowingly. They provided magazines and espresso. The stylist mixed the formula, applied it to my hair and told me I needed to wait 45 minute. Boring, but not intolerable. What was intolerable was after being shampooed, I could see the color was no different. I was just as grey, though the stylist and owner tried to convince me otherwise. I didn't pay. I next went to a nearby Super Cuts. The manager nodded thoughtful as I described what I wanted. But I soon realized she didn't speak a word of English and had no idea what I was saying. Strike two. The third stop was more promising. Your basic old-fashioned beauty salon. The price was right. They seemed knowledgeable. They offered magazines and chocolates. But it seemed like I spent hours being colored, waiting, recolored, waiting, shampooed, waiting. The final color was very satisfactory.  But my neck, ears, and forehead are very stained. I think I had better give in to my grey-haired years as I don't think I want to go through another day like this.