It was one of those days when you look at the mirror n decide that its time your tresses need some treatment...(ofcourse this is the case with girls..:P..)..So i ventured out of my house, and the next big hump was 'the where'...With so many new plush salons mushrooming everywhere...one can swoon with the options..n given the phenomenal prices for a seemingly benign haircut...one might even enter a state of irrecoverable delirium.....I looked upon one such salon and decided to give it a chance..I walked in...n falling well with my expectations..it was grand...the walls embellished with supermodel posters...and the staff smiling away at the customers as if their one touch would turn us into nothing less than hollywood divas...Anyway..I walked in and asked for a haircut...The receptionist shouted out for the 'hair stylist' using a masculine name...Out came a man from one of the zillion rooms..I was bewildered...I wasnt quite expecting this ...And before long I was being led by this gentleman to a place where he'd probably treat my hair with big-ticket exotic products before the ensueing hair cut....I was made to sit on a very comfy chair...and the guy dabbed my hair with copius amounts of a seemingly expensive shampoo....After he was done with all the treatment which he thought was 'necessary' before the actual thing, he decided that it was time for a haircut..(finally)....We'll he was done with the job..n i was done a huge sigh...went to pay the bill with a light heart n a heavy pocket....went out of the salon with a heavy heart n a light pocket..!