Wow, it must be haircut season.
My hair was the longest it had ever been in my life so I decided it was time for a trim. After considering going to "Bikini Cuts" for a brief second, I found myself reading an old Time magazine in the waiting area of Super Cuts. Now this was probably the right decision because I'm guessing that the girls at Bikini Cuts weren't exactly hired for their haircutting ability...but I digress.
For those of us who don't have a regular barber, getting a haircut is always a lottery of sorts. Whichever lady (or guy) is available to give you a haircut at the time you come in is YOUR barber for the visit. I got a nice Chinese lady this time who looked less than thrilled to be cutting my scraggily hair.
She bid me to the chair.
She asked me what I wanted.
I said, "shorter."
She said, "clipper length?"
I said, "sure?"
..and she got to work.
After my glorious long hair lay on the floor around me, she got suddenly talkative...
"You should get your haircut more often. (Talking to other employee)
Do you remember him when he came in? (Talking back to me) You look so much bettah now."
Well, I look a few years younger and few pounds lighter now, and just in time for my birthday too.
And I owe it all to that nice Chinese lady...
Xie xie, Nu. Xie xie.
my little homophobe
8 months ago