Beaver Trim: How to Tame Your Beaver

How do you tame your beaver? The following short story, true account, of a day in my life Behind the Chair as a writing hairstylist, will detail how one client made an attempt to trim her beaver, and left me in stitches during the process.

Hairstylists’ are unique individuals that share bizarre stories, which we have witnessed or experienced from years of work in the beauty field. Behind the Chair is a series of short tales with fictional characters, although based upon a hairstylist’s examination of salon life over 25 years, and below is an excerpt from one.

Beaver Trim: How to Tame Your Beaver

There is never a dull moment in the field of beauty. At least this has been my experience, or maybe it is simply my puerile absurdity, either way, to work with me is always a laugh a minute, provided you are breathing and have some type of sense of humor.

Once a fellow “writer”, and I use that term loosely, and somewhat of a colleague, although I thankfully had not the pleasure of actually “meeting” her, slammed me in what she probably felt was a well-thought-out, intelligent shredding. Isn’t it funny how “friendships” are formed when you have never had a personal one-on-one. Sorry, I digress. This so-called “beauty professional” (and as I have said in the past, just because you finished beauty school, doesn’t mean you have knowledge in the field) labeled my witty nature “puerile”. Thank you-I accept!

Listen! I love to laugh, life is too short and difficult not to, and if you can’t cause me to smile, then I will find a way to make myself break-up into pieces. And laugh I did when a client asked for help in shaving her beaver.

The frigid temps after winter’s blast left slippery ice and chilly bodies. A woman who had received an old beaver coat as a gift skated into the store in need of a clipper attachment for an old-model buzzer. The long hair of the fur jacket was unattractive to her, and this hairdresser was fully prepared to trim her beaver to suit her style.

My juvenile mind jumped for joy when she stated her desire, and I immediately stepped into action to offer assistance.

“I want to shave my beaver at work, so I can leave the hair in the salon,” she explained.

“Personally, I don’t recommend shaving your beaver in public, but that is only my opinion,” I replied

It was love at first laugh.

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As each blade was tested on her antiquated clipper, a flutter of disappointment surged across her face, a frown that was swiftly turned to a smile with every beaver comment uttered (and there were many). The bevy of beaver jokes that came next truly was a surprise. Who knew?

Guess I’ll have to wait to trim my beaver.

My beaver isn’t getting shaved today.

Good luck with your beaver.

And the tears rolled from my eyes as the bursts of laughter bellowed from my mouth. Her beaver cracks made my day. No, I couldn’t help her find the right product, however, the hairy beaver commentary was enjoyed, at least by me. I am not sure if her beaver was ever trimmed, and if it was, how it turned out. But, I will never forget her beaver.

Happy Styling!