I was getting my hair highlighted this weekend when it occured to me: there are two types of people in the world. Those who like to chat while they're getting their hair done, and those who don't.

I realized this while sitting in the chair typing on my laptop and not saying a word to the woman weidling tin foil and a brush around me. I am one of those people who doesn't like to talk. I always bring my laptop and a book to read, just in case my battery runs out and I have to move on to another activity. Other than saying, "Hi, same as last time," I don't have much to say. To me, those two hours alone are just that - my time alone.

Last Saturday, however, I happened to be sitting next to the other type of person. The type who uses those two hours in the chair as an opportunity to get out every single thing they've been thinking about since their last appointment. The type who cheerily carries on a conversation the entire time she's in the chair. The woman getting her hair cut next to me must have recited every single meal she'd had for the past month. It was like listening to someone read off a menu. And the sweet woman cutting her hair nodding approvingly, laughed when appropriate, and acted as if this woman's food pyramid conversation was the most thrilling thing she'd heard all day. Which made me wonder if the poor woman doing my hair wished I was a talker. But not enough to close my laptop, smile up between the foils falling into my face, and say, "So, what did you have for dinner last night?"