...for a hairdressing salon that enforced silence at all times unless discussing essential hair-related information.
I left it too late to get an appointment with my preferred stylist in my lovely salon and stupidly risked someone else in the neighbouring town. Smart little town, smart salon.
God, the drivel I had to endure. Not my nice stylist- she clearly got the message that I wasn't going to be talking much (my 'please leave me alone' face that I use frequently when not with my highly demanding small children!) - but the director and his minions. Mostly diet related crap, but also pregnant nonsense (is it a boy or a girl predictions and all that crap).
Yes, I'm bitter and twisted. But I wanted silence!