On my phone, I Google Architexture, my hair salon.

Him, very professionally: Hello, Architexture.*

Me, a little frantically: Hello? Do you know if Stacy has any time today? She cut my hair last week, but now my bangs are being weird? There’s a 70s flip thing that’s making me bonkers. I can come in after 10. Please! So weird. My bangs.

Him: Um. This is an architect’s office.

Me: Aaaarrrrrgh! I blame Google!

Laughs all around.

* Maybe not “architexture.”