One story about my time in Bogan Central....

One Friday I was working at the dodgy salon. There often are a few, shall we say, intersting people who come and go from that salon.
This particular morning a couple of ladies came in. They were a mother & daughter. The mother was quite old. All I could see of her hair was the fluro orange ends as she had a really dreadful looking hat on. The daughter was also a bit of a sight, probably in her late 40's.
It was hard to understand what they were saying, I think a visit with my good friend Givinya de Elba might have helped somewhat. (GdE is a speech patholigist [ i think thats the title]). I eventually worked out that they wanted a trim & a colour. Right. The next trick was trying to figure out WHAT colour.
I got the colour chart out and asked them to point to what they like. The daughter picked something reasonable, but the mother picked Bright purple! Now this woman would be in her eighties I'd say. It wasn't light purple like some old ladies get, it was the kind of purple that a punk rocker would get.
Needless to say I talked her out of it & she settled for a nice vibrant Copper. [ick]
So I get underway. Hoping like crazy that I have interpreted what they wanted correctly. All the while the Mother is telling ME how to put her colour on. Riiight!
So, after a while I am finding it terribly hard to understand her speech. I mean it was hard to understand in the first place, but all of a sudden it is just became a whole lot of gobbledy goop. The daughter started interpreting for me.
After I finished puting her colour on I started cleaning up my stuff and it was then I realised exactly why all I could hear was gobbley goop. Lucy's false teeth were sitting on the bench.