I'm in a language classroom, which is also a hairdresser. The hairdresser is also my french teacher from 1st-3rd years at school. As she combs and fiddles with the hair, she chats to you in French.
(Most obvious dream ever. I'm off to Honfleur on Friday; my brother asked me to trim the back of his hair when he finishes using the clippers on Thursday; the Hairdresser's looks like the Hairdresser's Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall was sitting in in one scene of TV Dinners I saw last night.)