Is it so very hard to understand?
Trust me, the hairdresser did not remain alive by altruism. More because I've got better things to do that spend a lovely afternoon eviscerating someone.
All I wanted was to get about two-thirds of this horrible mess cut off and the rest chemically straightened. The hairdresser (a tousled, lost-in-the-Eighties-and-I-mean-the-Dolly-Parton-portion-of-the-Eighties) whose name was, improbably enough, Blue, was appalled that I wanted to cut my "gorgeous" hair, full of "life" and "color". Has she tried to get a simple comb through this hideous mass? (I doubt it. Her hair looks like it was shellacked in place and hasn't been touched in twenty-two years.)
I want calm hair. Business-like hair. Simple, classic, shiny hair. (Although, apparently, I cannot even approach the Slayer's sister in shininess.)
Finally, I gave up. I'd be better off returning to LA and going to my hairdresser there. Claudia wouldn't dare argue with me. She used to be Claudio, and see where arguing with me got her?
From the research I've done today, it is very clear that this is a wide-spread phenomenon. Most interestingly, it seems that, although the personality in the body is new, sometimes (although not always) the personality of the original owner permeates the body. Luckily, I have a strong enough personality that such an event is impossible. (No, really, I would have gotten drunk and brought that guy back to my hotel room if I was in my own body. Really.)
Cole Turner continues to be recaltriant about returning to Wolfram and Hart. I will have to think about ways of ensuring his cooperation happiness here... er, there. Whichever.
Irony of ironies: I am in the body of a vengeance demon. Who apparently has no idea how to teleport yet. I'll have to rent a car to get to Los Angeles. And pick up a bottle of brandy along the way.
All I wanted was to get about two-thirds of this horrible mess cut off and the rest chemically straightened. The hairdresser (a tousled, lost-in-the-Eighties-and-I-mean-the-Dolly-Parton-portion-of-the-Eighties) whose name was, improbably enough, Blue, was appalled that I wanted to cut my "gorgeous" hair, full of "life" and "color". Has she tried to get a simple comb through this hideous mass? (I doubt it. Her hair looks like it was shellacked in place and hasn't been touched in twenty-two years.)
I want calm hair. Business-like hair. Simple, classic, shiny hair. (Although, apparently, I cannot even approach the Slayer's sister in shininess.)
Finally, I gave up. I'd be better off returning to LA and going to my hairdresser there. Claudia wouldn't dare argue with me. She used to be Claudio, and see where arguing with me got her?
From the research I've done today, it is very clear that this is a wide-spread phenomenon. Most interestingly, it seems that, although the personality in the body is new, sometimes (although not always) the personality of the original owner permeates the body. Luckily, I have a strong enough personality that such an event is impossible. (No, really, I would have gotten drunk and brought that guy back to my hotel room if I was in my own body. Really.)
Cole Turner continues to be recaltriant about returning to Wolfram and Hart. I will have to think about ways of ensuring his cooperation happiness here... er, there. Whichever.
Irony of ironies: I am in the body of a vengeance demon. Who apparently has no idea how to teleport yet. I'll have to rent a car to get to Los Angeles. And pick up a bottle of brandy along the way.