Last week I got a haircut and every time I go it seems like I get the lady who is fresh off her cigarette break. I know it seems rude when she trying to make polite conversation but I can't really respond because I'm holding my breath the whole time. Well, this time when I walked in the "salon" (can you really call BoRics a salon?) I could see all the way through to the open back door where there was a girl sitting outside on an empty milk crate. As soon as I walked in she got up, came in, took my name, and told me to sit down in her chair. As I walked over to her chair I began to practice my deep breathing. I quickly realized that she hadn't been smoking but did just polish off a bag of Fritos corn chips. I just can't win.
I have mentioned my problem to Kenna who has suggested I go to her hair stylist who has a no smoking policy for her employees but she charges more than $20 for a haircut. I'll be honest, for me to sink a lot of money into hair care is like paying into social security. Something tells me that when I retire neither one is going to be there for me. At this point the "stylists" spent most of their time on the "perimeter" of my scalp anyway. What is really annoying is when they wander off my scalp completely and start messing with my ears and eyebrows.
What I don't understand is that in the morning when I look in the mirror this is what I see...
But that may be because reality is just too hard to face.
3 comments:
Just wait till the stylist goes for your nose......
If you had as much body hair as that balding man then you would probably want to go see a stylist. I can't imagine much worse than unruly chest hair.
I love it!
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