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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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Xsjado thats actually a pretty good idea....except i hate shaved heads [/quote] Damn - Don't be hatin on the shaved head! It's not too bad. I was already beginning to lose my hair. Instead of the Homer Simpson look or the Donald Trump comb-over, I went for the Natural Born Killer/Mad Russian/Vin Diesel look. Not too shabby. Plus I save $ on shampoo!