I left Dallas Tuesday morning for OKC around 6 a.m. to attend our company’s Grand Opening there. I arrived back in DFW around 5pm, and headed to get my hair colored and cut with my favorite stylist, Rebecca at Toni & Guy in the Vista Ridge Mall, Lewisville, Texas.
The colorist, Debbie, is about 75% finished, we’re visiting and having a good time.
And then, I smell something burning. (And it's not my hair.)
I say something to Debbie: Do you smell that? Something’s burning.
Debbie: I can’t smell, I’ve had a cold, I’m stopped up.
Janie: You must be really stopped up, the smell is bad – like plastic burning.
We carry on.
About 10 minutes later, the manager stops all activity in the salon, saying she’s going to turn off all the power, and see if whatever’s burning will subside. No flames are visible, no smoke is visible, but the smell is worsening.
All power is turned off. Still, the smell pervades the room.
Manager has called the mall authorities, who, in turn, called the fire department.
Meanwhile, I have foil and color processing in my hair. I’ve not even yet seen my favorite haircut girl, Rebecca. I’m getting more than a little concerned.
Manager: Okay, I need everyone to grab all their things, and go outside the door, into the mall.
Janie (thinking to myself) Man. I’m glad I don’t know anybody here.
We all congregate outside the door of the Toni and Guy Salon.
After about ten minutes, the Manager comes back out. She wants a client count. There are nine of us in various stages of “processes”. I see my stylist, Rebecca. She has her purse, and looks like she’s about to jet. I walk up to her, and remind her who I am (I’ve not seen her in 2 years) and ask her not to leave me hanging, since I live 6 hours away. She hugs me, and says she didn’t know I was here, so I’m glad I went up to her and identified myself!
Manager makes us all grab our belongings, and we traipse. And traipse. And traipse.
Through. The. Entire. Mall. To. The. Opposite. Side. Of. The. Mall.
To. The. Employee. Lounge. In. The. Mall.
Don’t you know we looked a motley crew, all in our little smocks with varying colors in our hair, foil spiked all to heck, and trying to act like it wasn’t. really. happening?
We arrive at the Mall Employee Lounge. My color finished processing. Debbie the colorist grabs shampoo, and we utilize the sink (and a cup) in the bathroom of the employee lounge to wash and rinse my hair.
Rebecca grabs her scissors, and begins cutting. Around 8:30pm, we are starting to finish up. Everyone is exhausted.
We get out of the mall at 9:30 p.m. What a crazy night!
The things a girl will do to look good.
It’s never boring around here!