Good Hair Day and Indian Coffee House

I use the pink one

I missed my swimming class and hopped over to Tina's Blue Heaven for a haircut last evening.  Getting a haircut is such an upper.  I feel 20 degrees smarter instantly.  Tina has a magic touch that makes your hair look feminine and cute, even if it is just a layered bob.  It was late already and there was no time to hang out in Sector 17.  So I just rushed over to Empire Stores to pick up some soap and shampoo.  I like Herbal Essences, but I couldn't find it on the shelves.  Disappointed, I pick up a Pantene which my son uses.  I will have to go to some other shop now.

I couldn't resist hopping into Indian Coffee House, I was hungry and a dosa-coffee looked appetising.  There is really something about this place that brings out my creativity.  I must go there sometime with a laptop, when I finally own one, that is.  There were a couple of boys seated opposite me, tucking into hot dogs and a strawberry shake.  I know I am being horrid, but it seemed so girly somehow, sipping a pink drink through a straw.

There is a motley crowd around me as usual.  A group of men in their fifties, suitably bald and overweight, being as rambunctious as they can get over cups of coffee; some shoppers clutching bags, looking tired and sorely in need of sustenance; the heretofore mentioned sippers of strawberry shake; a couple of other youngsters not sipping strawberry shake.

My coffee drunk, dosa eaten, half hour spent in contemplating my surroundings, I leave.