February 4, 2022:
The salon is upscale and not amused by your disheveled appearance. Fifteen minute wait, says the maitre'd. There's a diner adjacent, while you wait you'll have fries and a shake. The only seat is at a four-person table occupied by two young women who ignore you guardedly with shared looks of condescension. The host is about to ask you to leave when the young policeman who's brought you here sits down to ask for a menu.