There was a beautiful flamingo name Gretchen. She lived in the Northwest Suburbs of Chicago her entire life. There were many hair salons in her town and surrounding areas, but for some reason, she was always on the hunt for a stylist when she needed her feather cut. She dreaded the many phone calls trying to find someone experienced that she could trust. Gretchen was anxious and confused and her feathers were really ruffled. She would normally end up stopping by a random salon while driving. She would ask the salon to find her they stylist that specialized in cutting her short “haired” feathers. The salon would give her to whoever was free at the moment. Gretchen was not happy with the results. Six weeks later it was time for a trim and the saga continued.