During my weekly visit to the hair salon, as I lived in my own private world under the hair dryer, I got to thinking that it’s like going to a silent movie with no subtitles as I watch the various patrons conversing with their hair stylist. Maybe I should take up lip reading.

Every now and then, it’s refreshing to shut out the world with all its cataclysmic events. The roar of the dryer precludes any conversation with someone sitting next to me undergoing the enjoying the solitude.

I recalled when home permanents were first introduced on the market. It was said, at that time, it spelled the demise of hair salons.  The writers of that ad campaign forgot that hair salons provide other services as well as permanents, such as weekly shampoos and sets, manicures, facials and other pampering, etc. It was reminiscent of Mark Twain’s quote “The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.”

Each week, we leave the salon looking better than when we entered. We return in another week for the transformation once again. Do hair dressers think about Sisyphus from Greek mythology? If they do, they must see a similarity in the futility of what they do for us each week.

Sisyphus offended one of the gods and was punished for the sin of self-aggrandizement and craftiness and condemned for all eternity to roll a huge boulder up a hill only to have it roll back down when it neared the top and he had to repeat the task forever.

Does my hair dresser, Jill, think of him as she sends me home, perfectly coiffed, only to see me return a week later and repeat the process again? Do space aliens ever look down on us and wonder about the futility of rolling our hair in rollers and then removing them 30 to 40 minutes later. They must wonder, “Why do it in the first place?” They just don’t get it.

Much like an old anecdote I once read about an Amish man who went to town with his young son. He saw an old woman enter a building through a revolving door and then see a young woman emerge right after that leaving the store. He told his son, “Go get your mother.”

It’s all about understanding the concept.

One’s mind does wander when under the dryer.