At the salon where I get my hair cut, every client gets a scalp massage from the shampooist after the final rinse. The sensation is bliss.
Today, Chris, a petite, instantly friendly young woman, took charge of my heavy head. She kneaded and kneaded. My whole body felt better. I was on a cloud…
Chris: Uh. (Knead, knead.) You have, like, the tightest skull.
Chris: Yeah. What do you do?
(She doesn’t give me time to answer.)
Chris: A teacher?
Chris: Teachers have the tightest skulls.
Chris: Wow, isn’t that weird, that I guessed what you do?
Chris: (Knead, knead.)
Jane: What should I do?
Chris: I’m not really sure. I mean, I don’t know if I have a solution.
Chris: (Knead, knead. Squeezes. Wraps towel.) I’ll tell you what I do for myself. And I’ve recommended this to some teachers. (She motions me out of the chair and walks me to the stylist’s chair.) There’s this hot tub place in Cambridge…
And she proceeded to tell me, in detail, about Inman Oasis, a place where, for $10, you can soak your bones (and skin, in a bathing suit) for an hour, and do nothing else.
Chris: I really think this is something teachers need to do. And you’re a teacher.
I am going to take her advice. It was so intently and kindly given.