Hair-uh-pee (AKA Hair stylist that is also a partial therapist as well because she's talented like that)....

 Dear Reader (to your fish bowl from mine)-

        Tonight I went to get my hair cut, along with seeing four friends of mine. Upon arrival to the salon, I was warmly greeted by my close dear friend and hair stylist, who also procures the title of being a therapist as well as being a close confidant. We may be a few decades a part but our hearts and spirits are the same. She's the younger version of me; twice have we gotten the same phone case without the other one knowing what the other one was getting. It's always pretty spectacular spending time with her. When we see each other it appears that no time has elapsed and we pick right up where we left off. 

        Upon seeing my "hairuhpist" she was with another client/friend that I then was chatting with. This lady was telling us that the "mob" had infiltrated her husband's company in Ohio and that people were dying off like flies there a few years back. I won't say what company because 1) I can't remember the name of it and the field of it. It was quite disconcerting. She had seen the main mobster guy and said he really looked evil. Why do people like that exist? I don't know why they seek to destroy other peoples' lives by nefarious acts. Doesn't that line of work become exhausting when you're bumping off people all the time? Also, I had never heard of the mob being in Ohio, but it's not surprising, really. Corruption is all around us, every day, we just have to be good and try our best to not become a part of it. As luck would have it, the lady told us that she told her husband that he had to leave that company and not become a part of it. That same company had also not paid him out vacation pay that he had accrued in the amount of $8,000. I thought to myself, "Well, your lives are worth more than $8,000, so it's good you got out of the company when you did." I wasn't anticipating such a juicy topic at the salon, but then again it's a salon and few salacious and scandalous topics are avoided there--know your audience. 

         I wonder what it must be like for kids of mobsters? Heck, I'd be afraid of being a kid of one because if you didn't straighten up and fly right, you might die around mysterious circumstances as well. Mob wives must get used to the odd hours of their husbands, I'm sure. Then again, I'm sure they don't mind having all of the nice fine jewelry that they are accustomed to, plus all of the other accoutrements of being a mob boss' wife. If I die a sudden death, you'll know why...


Cheers, 

B. 

            

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