No Five Dollar Frank

 What lesson did we learn today, Rebecca? Well, dear readers, I would have to say it's a toss-up between You get what you pay for. and What you see is what you get. I'll take your votes later.
 A few weeks ago I mentioned to Elke that I am in need of a hair cut. Like most people, I enjoy cheap things and Elke realizes this and told me that she has a friend who cuts hair and would do a fair job fairly cheap. Needless to say, we set up an appointment. Have I foreshadowed enough for you? 

Today, as we're driving to the place Elke decides that now would be a great time to warn me. Wait, rewind that, Elke...Warn me? About what?
Evidently, the lady is a slob and her studio is in Elkes' words "chaotisch". If you have ever had the pleasure of living with me you would realize that I am a neat freak borderline OCD.
(Just a few examples: "Rebecca, why did you put my glass away again? I wasn't finished!
Rebecca, stop mopping the floor. Go. To. Bed.
Rebecca, you're going to make a great housewife someday"... Love you too, Bobbi.)
But I am getting better and have learned to deal with some things. However, for Elke to say this place was chaotic was a courtesy.

 It was a room squished onto the main house, and upon entering you could only see two chairs and a coffee table with a stack of magazines over a foot high spilling onto the floor because only one light worked in the room. Used towels and empty bottles littered the floor, and while waiting for the woman before me to be finished I counted twenty-two separate shelves piled with half-eaten chocolate bars, dirty brushes, wrappers, bills, half-full coffee mugs...I could continue. That should have been the first red flag...
The woman before me finished, accidentally pushed two pairs of hidden scissors from a pile of papers onto the floor (which stayed on the floor) while retrieving her keys and cell phone and left. When it was my turn, she handed me a book to look at hairstyles. After politely declining, Bitte, nur ein bisschen kuerzer (Just a trim please), I noticed that the book was actually step-by-step instructions for mothers looking to save money and cut their own kids hair.

She started cutting by first parting my hair directly in the middle and free-style snipping at the back. I guess I was too distracted by her stain-filled smock and the fact that I noticed her hands hadn't been washed after rubbing in the gel and conditioner from the woman before me to say anything. She couldn't wash my hair because the sink was full of magazines, hair, and a tv remote. I have a lot of faith in Elke and I am pretty sure she never intents to lead me astray... Unless it would be funny. In this case, I suppose I'll see the humor later, because right now I only realized I paid five euro to look like Paul McCartney from the Beatles debut on the Ed Sullivan show.