Post by joe on Jan 19, 2011 8:59:15 GMT -5
I went to one of those haircut places where you walk in and whoever is available cuts your hair.
The lady who gets me is nutty. I can already tell. Her disheveled dishwater blonde hair was all over the place which was really the first sign of trouble. She has a distraught and slightly insane look in her eye. Was she off the street?
I reluctantly sit down in the chair. I might as well have been at the dentist office waiting to have teeth pulled.
She grabs a pair of scissors and a buzzer and starts going crazy..it looked like a scene from Edward Scissor Hands. I thought I must be dreaming a nightmare.
She takes a brief pause to clear the hair that is now all over my face, neck, back...everywhere. Instead of taking the standard approach and flipping on a hairdryer to quickly blow it all away she uses her own unique method. Go green and save the electricity?
She BLOWS on me with her MOUTH! She BLOWS all the hair away, off my face, neck, back, etc...
Mmmm, mmm! Spearmint mixed with dead, rotting meat smell! Is this happening? I might have done something if I wasnt frozen in a mixture fear, shock, and disgust.
I look in the mirror and see jagged lines going up and down and around my head. "Look good?" She asks...
I would have been done then and there except my wife, who was sitting nearby, pipes up about the lines all over my head...forcing me to endure another 5 minutes of pure anguish, and, of course, another blowing.
I inhaled some of that nasty warm spent air that had already had an intimate encounter inside those icky slimy lungs of hers. VIOLATION! My hair may have grown back but I will never be the same.
The lady who gets me is nutty. I can already tell. Her disheveled dishwater blonde hair was all over the place which was really the first sign of trouble. She has a distraught and slightly insane look in her eye. Was she off the street?
I reluctantly sit down in the chair. I might as well have been at the dentist office waiting to have teeth pulled.
She grabs a pair of scissors and a buzzer and starts going crazy..it looked like a scene from Edward Scissor Hands. I thought I must be dreaming a nightmare.
She takes a brief pause to clear the hair that is now all over my face, neck, back...everywhere. Instead of taking the standard approach and flipping on a hairdryer to quickly blow it all away she uses her own unique method. Go green and save the electricity?
She BLOWS on me with her MOUTH! She BLOWS all the hair away, off my face, neck, back, etc...
Mmmm, mmm! Spearmint mixed with dead, rotting meat smell! Is this happening? I might have done something if I wasnt frozen in a mixture fear, shock, and disgust.
I look in the mirror and see jagged lines going up and down and around my head. "Look good?" She asks...
I would have been done then and there except my wife, who was sitting nearby, pipes up about the lines all over my head...forcing me to endure another 5 minutes of pure anguish, and, of course, another blowing.
I inhaled some of that nasty warm spent air that had already had an intimate encounter inside those icky slimy lungs of hers. VIOLATION! My hair may have grown back but I will never be the same.
