Wrinkling her nose, Lynne put a hand on her forehead, exasperated with humiliation, although she couldn't stop herself laughing along with him at his joking remark. "Oh, my God...I'm so lame," she laughed, letting her hand drop away from her face. "Although, I think flattery gets you everywhere in every profession," she contradicted.
Shaking her head, she sighed. "Jesus, I'm sorry," she said. "The things I say..." She rolled her eyes playfully at herself and blew a piece of hair out of her face. "I swear to God, it's like my brain to mouth filter is completely busted sometimes."
When he went on to suggest that he'd have to make due with his hair as it was and that he wouldn't want to put her to work on vacation, she shook her head. "No, no, I don't you understand. I love my job," she said quickly, laughter dying away into seriousness almost instantly. "Give me a couple of days and I won't even know what to do with myself without a razor or a pair of shears in my hand, honest to God," she added, grinning a little. "I'll go crazy if I can't get my hands in somebody's hair and play around at least once before this cruise is over," she added.
After a short pause, she went serious again, looking a bit pensive. "Do you ever feel like...you were built specifically for one thing? Like, if you just keep doing that one thing until the day you die, no matter how trivial it might be in the grand scheme of things, you've done your job and you've made the world a better place for it?" she asked. "I kind of feel like that with hair. It sounds stupid, I know, but I just feel like..." she paused again, trying to organize her thoughts. Immediately, she changed tack when she thought of a better way to word them. "You know when you get a really great haircut? I mean a really amazing one that makes you feel like a million bucks when the stylist turns you around to show you? You feel like a whole new person?" she asked. "I get to do that for people every day and...it's amazing. I love it. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I might not make any fucking money doing it...but I'd never do something else," she explained, finishing with a small, sheepish smile. "So really...while I'm more than happy to be on vacation from all the behind the chair drama and office politics, it'd still feel like a damn good vacation to me if I was doing hair," she finished, looking down and dragging another rogue French fry through her ketchup.
After another short pause, she shifted a little in her chair. "God, that sounded so much better in my head," she laughed.