As I’ve said before, I’ve already gotten some comments, and all of them being positive. So, I’ll try to go back and add a little humor to my writing. Be ready for my haircut.
Less than a week ago, I decided that it was time to get a haircut. My hair is very straight (like me, men) and grows very fast, the worst combination. No matter what I try to do, my hair always seems to flops over back to normal, so unless I want to look like Moe of “The Three Stooges”, my hair only looks bearable when it’s longer. Though, for me there’s a thin line between looking stylish and looking like the other gender (I’m male… if you didn’t know).
I didn’t go to my regular shop, and that was my first mistake. It was the grand opening a few days ago, so many people were going to just try it out. They seemed to have taken on too much than they could handle. So, the wait was strike one. And it seems like they’ll be playing for the whole team with batting.
Once I was able to be squeezed in, I didn’t get what I paid for. When I said I had wanted to have a small cut, just around the back, so it actually looks like the rest of my hair, the elderly woman gets the bright idea of not listening to what I said. I’m sure the phrase “Screw him, I’m the one with sharp objects at his head and neck,” crossed through her mind a few times. And she spent about 75% of the time just shaving off my hard earned hair with a razor, not even the type I asked for! To add insult to injury (something my father always used to say), she put my hair in a part, to make me look like a 1940s child. Seriously, even if that was hip and what the cool-cats did when you were born, please, at least you should know how to give someone a Paris Hilton style haircut.
So far, the experience hasn’t been going so hot. Even if a drunk Edward Scissorhands (The was why he killed Jim, right? Or was it a mental illness, it might have gone in the family to this lady) did cut my hair (isn’t that so funny - a DRUNK Edward Scissorhands!), I have to congratulate her for only saying 4 words during the whole time she cut my hair. Though, once it was time to pay, it was even worse.
It literally took about 20 minutes to just pay for a horrible haircut. The women (2 had to try to figure it out) had to work out the quirks in the computer program. They kept on saying that my information “Is in cyberspace now”, which had me a little worried… and grumpy. Though, with all of this, the lady that cut my hair did say that she liked my shirt!
Hope that brightened up your evening, until tomorrow.
- Gaudyspuds
