(Ilene sits in a chair next to her daughter, Norris at the hair salon while they both wait on their hair dresser to get started)
Norris: What do you think you want to get done to your hair this time? The color you have now is a little to red for your skin tone.
Ilene: I like it this color. So do the girls at church. Thelma even said it made me look sophisticated. What about your hair? Don't you think its time you did something to get rid of that gray? Or maybe got a more adult like cut. Long hair is for young girls, you're a mother now. Its time you look like one.
Norris: Mom, I'm in my thirties. While I'm not teenager, I'm also not about to retire my hair. I may get a rinse to wash out some of the gray. But I don't think its sensible to color it all out, after all it is natural. Aging is natural.
You know, Thelma's hair looks like someone set it on fire. Are you going for that look? I'm just not so sure you want to take hair advice from her.
Ilene: Norris, you ought to respect your elders! Howver, you do't respect me, so I can't see how you would anyone else, when you can't have respect for your own mother!
Norris: Mom, how can you say that?
From hair color to what their eating, there never seems to be an agreement.. Its seems they only thing they can agree on is that they never agree.
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