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8/26/2005 3:03:37 AM
I walk into the haircut place and tell them I want a haircut. So they tell me to wait for 20 minutes. Lucky me, because everyone who came after me had to wait from 45-75 minutes. Anywho, after watching this little girl stare at me in fear for awhile, I finally got called up. Yes sir, I was the "chosen one" and I was about to be a couple pounds less. So they sit me in the chair and here is where I give you the scenario through dialogue. Lady: How do you want your hair cut? Me: Shorter. Lady: Short of the top or just the bottom? Me: Just shorter. Lady: What number? Me: What the devil are you talking about? Lady: What number of razor? Me: Uhh, How many razors do you have and why do I care? Lady: No, that means how short it is. The lower the number, the sho- Me: Whatever, I don't know. I have no opinion. Random guy: Pick 3. Me: Ok, 3. *Clip clip* At this point, I notice that my hair is much shorter..in fact, it looks buzzed. My horror had reached new heights. Lady: Alright, do you want it shorter? Me: No. Lady: Okay then. *Blow dries* Lady: Now I'll just take a little more off the top. Me: What? NO! NO! I WILL STAB THOSE SCISSORS RIGHT THROUGH YOUR EYE AND START SNIPPING! Lady: Okay. *Snip snip* Me: No tip for you! I would also like to mention that when I was sprayed by the bottle of doom, they managed to hit me in the face several times. So for the rest of the time (since I was practically tied down) I had to sit there with water running down my face...actually, it was more like a leisurely walk down my face, while yanking out grass at the same time.

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