i am confessing on behalf of my mom who confessed to me that during the 70s there was this hairdresser in Pacific Beach who was all the rage. i mean you just had to get an appointment with Lyon (that was his name), but he was booked for months. so my mom finally got an appointment and even took work off early to go. but she was ten minutes late. when she arrived Lyon said, "0h there is just no way i can fit you in, no nothing can i do. try again in three months." my mom was so upset that the weeks following she proceeded to call lyon and make appointments under fake names and then just wouldn't show up.