Maybe, but I’m of the opinion that she’s had this hair style in mind for a while (now what “a while” is to Chins may be a measly few hours, but I disgress) but even she, *even she*, has the wherewithal to know that her body is very very unlikely to fit into a chair at the salon.
Can you even imagine Chinny Chins at the salon? Her hair being washed titled back in the chair, fat falling out the sides of the chair, bruises forming where the sides are cutting into her, the neck weight suffocating her, breathing heavy and starting to rage, all the while the stylist has just pumped the first round of shampoo. And with her greasy hair, well, it’s gonna take some extra rinses.
I have no illusions that her narcissism blinded her into thinking it’d end up decent (which it didn’t), but I’m of the strong opinion that this is the result of chair fear. Same reason she won’t go to the dentist, the chairs.
actually, im already backtracking a bit to say it’s probably a fair dose of sheer laziness mixed with the tiniest bit of self-awareness (butt-awareness, if you will) and esteem preservation that she’s robbed herself of the ability to get any sort of service provided from another human that isn’t DoorDash left at the top step.
(apologies, quoted wrong person. I’m a lurker.)
