Garry Boots Goes Berserk

Paula Kasper had dropped out of the Psychology program at the University of Texas in her junior year to open a hair salon south of Downtown Austin. An hour of hairdressing and scalp massages usually obliterated her clients’ inhibitions, and they unburdened themselves of their most intimate dilemmas.

Sudsy-haired, jabbering customers declared to Paula, “That was splendid advice you gave me!” Years of flattering feedback and profuse thanks for her faux wisdom nuggets had inflated Paula’s sense of competency, and she was deluded into thinking she was equally effective as the licensed professionals. She cut Andy Mowf’s hair every week, and had become his sounding board.