(At Sibling 1’s apartment,
there is a knock on the front door)
Sibling 1:
(Running from the direct opposite end of the apartment)
Coooooomiiiiiiiiing! (Flings open the
door) Hey, come on in!
Sibling 2:
(Enters and closes the door) Thanks, but we gotta go soon.
Sibling 1: (Running
around grabbing things off of furniture) Sure-sure, just grabbing my keys, and
my wallet, and my phone, and the tickets, and a snack, and –
Sibling 2:
(Still standing by the door) And this is why I got here 15 minutes earlier than
I really needed to.
Sibling 1:
Exactly! (Skids to a stop in front of
Sibling 2 while shoving items into pants pockets) You do something different
with your hair?
Sibling 2:
Hm? Oh – (Runs a hand self-consciously
over the back of the head) yeah, I let it go longer between haircuts this
winter – wasn’t paying attention – but I have an appointment to chop it off
next Thursday.
Sibling 1: OK. (Shrugs)
Looks good this way, though.
(Starts running around grabbing things again)
Sibling 2:
Really? (Leans over to look in a wall
mirror and fusses with the hair a bit) I figured it looked all shaggy and messy
by now.
Sibling 1:
(Yelling from the bedroom) Nah, it looks relaxed and natural – besides, shaggy
and messy are in!
Sibling 2:
(Looks away from the mirror) They are?
Sibling 1:
(Hopping up the hallway while tugging on shoes) I have no idea, but it sounds
good, right?
Sibling 2:
(Rolls eyes) Thanks for the effort, but it’s trickling down the back of my neck
and getting annoying so I’m still chopping it off next week.
Sibling 1:
(Pulling on a coat) All righty – you gonna donate any of it?
Sibling 2:
(Stares at Sibling 1 in disbelief) It’s not that long! And besides, I doubt anyone’d want it with
all the grays streaked through that are increasing by the hour.
Sibling 1: Hey,
I wouldn’t turn it down.
Sibling 2: I’ll
save it for you, then. (The two stand
there for a few moments) So, you ready now or what?
Sibling 1: Yep –
off we go! (Sibling 2 turns to open the
door) Ooh, wait, the tickets! (Runs back to the bedroom)
Sibling 2:
(Sighs, crosses arms, and leans back against the door) I’ll wait! (Mutters) I can feel more grays coming out in
the past five minutes alone.
NEXT THURSDAY
(In an office,
Sibling 2 is working in a cubicle)
Sibling 2:
(Typing) “…and that… is why… Casual Friday is a must….”
Coworker:
(Stopping by) Hey, you going to the budget meeting coming up soon?
Sibling 2:
(Turns in chair to face Coworker) No, I begged off that one – I have nothing to
contribute except my snores.
Coworker:
Heh-heh, lucky. By the way, you growing
out your hair or something?
Sibling 2:
(Starts to reach up to run a hand self-consciously over the back of the head,
but stops and yanks hand back down) No, I just let it go for a bit longer than
usual – getting it cut tonight, actually.
Coworker: Heh, I
was gonna say: “Get a haircut, hippie!”, ahahahahahaha! (Laughs very loudly while leaving)
Sibling 2:
(Turns in chair to face the computer; softly) Heh, heh, heh, ya weirdo. (Types for a few moments before the cell
phone rings; Sibling 2 checks the caller ID, frowns slightly, and answers)
Hello?
Voice: Hi, this
is the ---- ----, calling to let you know that we had a gas leak this afternoon
and have to shut down for the next few days, so we unfortunately have to
reschedule your appointment tonight.
Sibling 2: Oh
yeah, of course – is everyone there all right?
Voice: Oh yes,
we’re all fine, thank you: no explosions, so that’s always a plus. (Sibling 2 double-takes) Does same time next
Thursday work for you?
Sibling 2: Umm,
let me check…. (Checks a calendar on the phone) That day’s out for me; is the
following Saturday morning open?
Voice: …Yes, I
can put you in for 10:00.
Sibling 2:
Perfect, thanks! And, good luck with the
leak and all that.
Voice: Thank you
– we’ll need it.
Sibling 2:
What? (Call ends; Sibling 2 puts away
the phone, then briefly runs fingers through longer hair) Just another week won’t
do much, right?
NEXT SATURDAY
Voice: (From the speaker of Sibling
2’s cell phone) Hello, this is the ---- ----, how may I help you?
Sibling 2: (Sitting on the bathroom
floor, leaning exhaustedly against the toilet, and speaking hoarsely in the
general direction of the cell phone on the floor nearby) Hi, I had a 10:00
appointment today –
Voice: “Had”?!
Sibling 2: Yeah, and either I ate
poison last night or someone evil at work is spreading the stomach bug
undercover, but whatever it was woke me up at 5 a.m. and hasn’t let me be
since.
Voice: Yes, well, don’t come in
here, then!
Sibling 2: …That’s why I’m calling.
Voice: Of course.
Sibling 2: (Tries to re-tie hair
back with a rubber band but the shorter strands keep slipping out) Can we
reschedule for next Saturday, please?
Voice: Let’s see… no, unfortunately
that’s all booked. Can you do another
weeknight?
Sibling 2: (Rubs eyes and scrunches
face in thought) Uh, yeah, how about Wednesday?
I should be all clear of this by then.
Voice: …Yes! I can put you in for 5:30.
Sibling 2: (Gets a panicked look)
Yeah-that’s-great-thanks-bye! (Tries and
misses hitting the hang-up button on the phone right before stomach bug loudly
returns)
Voice: …Bye. Gross.
(Calls ends)
NEXT MONTH
(At Sibling 1’s
apartment, there is a knock on the front door)
Sibling 1:
(Running from the direct opposite end of the apartment)
Coooooomiiiiiiiiing! (Flings open the
door) Hey! Everything all right?
Sibling 2:
(Wearing a bulging baseball cap) No. Can
I come in?
Sibling 1: Of
course! (Lets in Sibling 2 and shuts the
door) What’s wrong?
Sibling 2: (As
they both walk into the living room) Sorry to drop in like this, but it felt
ridiculous to say over the phone, and I’ve been driving all around and don’t
know who else to go to who wouldn’t laugh in my face when they heard the story,
and this has gone on so long that I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t!
Sibling 1: All
right, calm down; you’re starting to sound hysterical, and I’m the only one of
us allowed to do that.
Sibling 2: I
know! (Collapses onto the couch and
covers face with hands)
Sibling 1: (Sits
next to Sibling 2) Sooooooo – what’s the matter?
Sibling 2:
(Uncovers face) You remember how I was supposed to get my hair cut over a month
ago, and it was starting to get long then?
Sibling 1: Oh
yeah – we really haven’t seen each since then?
Wow.
Sibling 2: Yeah,
sorry about that; time passing me by clearly has become a bad habit with me
lately.
Sibling 1: Eh, I
forgot about you for a while, too.
Sibling 2:
Anyway, the place had a gas leak, and then I had a stomach bug, and then the
staff went on strike, and then we had that freak blizzard, and then I had to go
to that wake, and then the staff went on strike again, and then –
Sibling 1: Whoa,
whoa, wait; are you saying you still haven’t gotten your hair cut in all
that time?!
(Sibling 2 looks
embarrassedly at Sibling 1, then takes off the cap; long silvery tresses tumble
out)
Sibling 1:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Sibling 2 glares) Sorry – I know I’m supposed to be the
one who doesn’t laugh in your face; I just didn’t expect such… flowing
locks. (Gently pets the mane) It’s
really soft.
Sibling 2:
(Shakes off Sibling 1) Knock it off!
This has gotten so out of control, and appointments keep getting
cancelled over and over and over, and every day there’s more hair, hair,
everywhere, I almost wanna cry!
Sibling 1: OK,
well, I’m sure another hair salon or barber shop can take care of it – just
find a walk-in one and wait.
Sibling 2: I
tried! None of the ones around
here take walk-ins; they’re appointment-only!
I feel like I’m cursed by inconvenient scheduling!
Sibling 1:
Really? Not one? That’s odd.
Sibling 2: You’re
telling me! And now my hair’s so long I
can’t cut it myself without it looking even worse!
Sibling 1:
(Starts fiddling with the ends) Oh, I wouldn’t say that – I’m sure a chainsaw
would do just fine.
Sibling 2:
(Buries face in hands again) It’s catching on everything!
Sibling 1:
(Thinks for a bit) Want me to braid it?
Sibling 2:
(Looks coldly at Sibling 1) I want you to cut it!
Sibling 1: (In
realization) Ohhhhh. But it looks good
this way.
Sibling 2: I
DON’T CARE!
Sibling 1:
Rude. (Stands and holds out an arm
toward the hallway) OK, then: step into my parlor.
Sibling 2:
(Stomps to the bathroom, muttering) So embarrassing; I need to ask my own
family to cut my hair like I’m a five-year-old –
Sibling 1:
(Following) If nothing else, it’s certainly cheaper.
(Later in the
bathroom, Sibling 2 with wet hair sits on a chair back up against the sink,
which is covered in paper towels; Sibling 1 enters wearing a lead apron and
carrying a toolbox)
Sibling 1: All
right, Rapunzel, we begin with the pruning shears. (Quickly snaps them open and shut to
demonstrate)
Sibling 2:
(Grabs Sibling 1’s wrist) No-no-no!
Regular scissors only!
Sibling 1: But
those are my good scissors.
Sibling 2:
They’ll survive!
Sibling 1: (Grumbles
while setting down the shears and going to kitchen) Picky, picky, picky – it’s
not like I’d lop off an ear, I know what I’m doing….
Sibling 2:
(Yells toward the door) I doubt it!
Sibling 1:
(Returns with a pair of scissors) OK, customer-is-always-right, where do you
want me to start?
Sibling 2: Just
chop off the big chunks first and then trim from there!
Sibling 1: Got
it. (Sibling 2 leans back as Sibling 1
combs and smooths out the hair) You know, even with all the grays, you’ve
really got good color and volume.
Sibling 2:
(Through gritted teeth) Thanks.
Sibling 1: Just
saying, people who are prematurely bald or lost their hair in other ways would love
to have –
Sibling 2:
Would-you-just-get-on-with-it?!
Sibling 1:
Fine. (Readies the scissors) You asked
for it.
Sibling 1: Huh?
<SNIP!>
ONE HOUR LATER
(Sibling 2 is
standing in front of the sink and facing the mirror while finishing shaving
hair to a fine fuzz)
Sibling 2: (Sets
the razor on the counter, grabs a towel, and vigorously rubs head with it until
most of the extra pieces are gone) There!
Now it’s even!
Sibling 1:
(Watching from the doorway) Hey, I never claimed to have a cosmetology license.
Sibling 2: No,
but you can measure two sides so that they’re even, yes?
Sibling 1: No.
Sibling 2: Well,
it’s finally done, and I’m free from all… this!
(Rubs smooth head and neck all around, then snatches up all the paper towels
filled with the locks of hair, briefly holding them out to Sibling 1) Here’s
your chance – want it?
Sibling 1: No
thank you.
Sibling 2: (Dumps
the paper towels holding hair into the garbage can) And now, I’m going back to
my life without unwanted hair dragging me down!
And if I hear one more comment at work about how I was a flower child
reject, I’m gonna start giving all of them free haircuts! (Walks past Sibling 1)
Sibling 1: Ahem.
Sibling 2:
(Turns back) Oh yeah, thanks for all your help, you’ve been a real pal, I’ve
gotta go send in my taxes now before I get fined forever, talk to you later,
bye! (Runs out the front door)
Sibling 1:
(Shakes head in resignation) I expect too much, I suppose. (Cleans up the rest of the hair mess and is
carrying the toolbox back to the coat closet when loud banging is heard at the
front door; Sibling 1 sets down the toolbox and slowly opens the door) I’m sorry,
but the salon is closed for the day.
Sibling 2:
Hilarious – could you grab my cap that I left on the couch, please?
Sibling 1: Why,
whatever could you need it for, now that you’re so “free”?
Sibling 2:
Because it’s still winter outside and now my head is freezing!