by Anura Guruge
The girls got their hair cut in Gilford yesterday at the same place that I have been going for the last 10 years or more. It is very nice. We have been going to the same lady, ‘Angela’, since 2005 — as established yesterday. She used to cut my hair too, but of late there is hardly nothing to cut — so I don’t bother. But the girls, and by that we also mean ‘Deanna’, love their hair cuts with Angela.
They provide all sorts of refreshments — including wine, though I have yet to partake because even by my loose-standards there seems something oddly perverse about drinking wine at a hair salon, though I know, for a fact, that I must have drunk wine in stranger places given my propensity for dipsomania (or at least for red wine).
Yesterday, for the first time I encountered these really cool, fancy cups.
Wow. Talk about the tactile touch. It gave me shivers and I am not that sensitive!
Loved the cups. But it made me feel very guilty. These are throwaway cups. Anything that is disposal from the get-go bothers me.
I checked the prices of these delectable cups. They are nowhere near as costly as I had expected. In bulk you can get them at 8 cents a cup. That is not bad. Not great, but it could have been worse.
What I loved about our trip to the Grand Canyon last April was the emphasis on ecology and going-green. I would love to see the Grand Canyon precepts applied all across the world. Yes, throwaway cups are very handy. That said I invariably carry an oversized insulated cup with me.
This is a problem. These cups are very cool, but are they worth the ‘resources’ needed to make them given that we are going to throw them away.
No thinking about it … I will have to prevail upon the Gilford salon to start providing proper mugs. I will gladly wash mine after I use it.