Stoney-faced

I love my hairdresser; true to his profession's form he is one to listen to weeping and wailing and grumbling while dishing out words of wisdom and also filling me in on Manhattan trivialities.

However, you can't have anything arranged for at least three hours after your appointment as he has a habit of running over with all his chat. So, when he asks, 'Got anything on this evening?', he rightly guesses that I haven't because no arrangements can possibly be made for fear of having to cancel.

But he is great.