Suzi arrived at the Bowie’s flat– grandly called Haddon Hall– late in the afternoon, and was greeted by a completely surprised Angie. Many long moments passed while Angie starred into Suzi’s eyes without any apparent recognition.
“I’ve come to do your perm,” Suzi finally prompted.
“Ah, yes,” Angie replied, still clearly confused.
Suzi followed her confused hostess into a palatial parlor, featuring a silver painted ceiling, royal blue walls and royal blue carpeting. Tea promptly arrived.
“Be right back!” Angie said brightly.
She returned an hour later with David.
“I don’t think I want a perm after all,” Angie apologized, “but David wants a change, don’t you darling?” Angie turned to Suzi and narrowed her eyes. “So,” she said, “what do you think?”
“Well,” Suzi replied, studying David’s long, sandy locks, “everyone has long hair right now. Why not cut it all off?”
Why not, indeed? Angie liked the idea. David liked the idea. So Suzi cut it all off.
Two days later, Angie called Suzi in a panic. David hated his hair! He looked like a school boy! It was all wrong! It was too short! It was too flat! Suzi had to come and fix it immediately!
Undeterred, Suzi pinched some dye from the salon –“Red Hot Red,” a German dye that made Bozo’s red mane look tame– and some “Gard,” an anti-dandruff treatment Suzi noticed made the hair stiff as concrete– and off she set, once again, for Haddon Hall.
It didn’t take long– less than an hour. David loved it. Angie loved it. Everyone was pleased.
And Suzi, relieved, went home.