With the summer humidity finally here, the last of my perm gave up the ghost. I thought I’d get a new one here, at the salon where I’ve had my hair done many times. TOTAL disaster. They set the curlers too small, the solution didn’t take, and I ended up with just some kink and frizz. It was straw. It made me look old. Worse, it made me look TRAILER-TRASH old. So much for this fancy $90 place.

But it’s true, it’s the bitchy wheel that gets the grease. I complained and the general manager gave me a free treatment to reduce the straw-like consistency, and in a week I go back to get the perm re-done — the fancy type that would normally cost $160.

All I can say is, I better look damn fabulous when I get outta there. First rule of beauty — ya don’t mess with a woman’s hair!