At the mercy of the hair-cutter
I walked into the beauty parlour.....As usual I sat down anxiously looking around to see who would come out and say "NEXT". I almost felt like I was being charged with a crime, appearing in court. In reality all I was doing was getting a haircut.
What kind of haircut would you like? Do you have anything specific in mind?
Yes I did. I didnt want to change it. I wanted to leave my hair like that. At the same time I knew I needed a haircut badly. Would I appear at the engagement and parties with a look which screamed...I WENT TO AFRICA.
So I told her I didnt have anything in mind. I asked her to do what she wanted with my hair.
I regreted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Too late I could not take them back. She cliped, clopped and basically "did what she wanted to do with my hair."
As I waited while the ran the scissors through my hair, I was afraid to look in the mirror.
At the end of an hour I was ready to faint with nervousness. I didnt know how short it was...
I didnt know if it suited me...
All I knew was that for an hour the scissors played with my hair, the sound still playing in my head.
she asked me to check my hair and tell her if I liked it. I had no option. I looked left, I looked right, I looked everywhere trying to find a haircut which didnt look too nice and which would make me feel good when I saw how bad mine was. Alas...I didnt find one. I was the only customer. I felt even worse. I was the ONLY customer. How bad could this parlour be???
I looked in the mirror. I was shocked. For once the haircut was actually...GOOD...it suited me.
a big smile spread across my face as I paid up....
They thanked me...and I thanked the...
But I still wonder...WHY was the parlour empty??
I walked into the beauty parlour.....As usual I sat down anxiously looking around to see who would come out and say "NEXT". I almost felt like I was being charged with a crime, appearing in court. In reality all I was doing was getting a haircut.
What kind of haircut would you like? Do you have anything specific in mind?
Yes I did. I didnt want to change it. I wanted to leave my hair like that. At the same time I knew I needed a haircut badly. Would I appear at the engagement and parties with a look which screamed...I WENT TO AFRICA.
So I told her I didnt have anything in mind. I asked her to do what she wanted with my hair.
I regreted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Too late I could not take them back. She cliped, clopped and basically "did what she wanted to do with my hair."
As I waited while the ran the scissors through my hair, I was afraid to look in the mirror.
At the end of an hour I was ready to faint with nervousness. I didnt know how short it was...
I didnt know if it suited me...
All I knew was that for an hour the scissors played with my hair, the sound still playing in my head.
she asked me to check my hair and tell her if I liked it. I had no option. I looked left, I looked right, I looked everywhere trying to find a haircut which didnt look too nice and which would make me feel good when I saw how bad mine was. Alas...I didnt find one. I was the only customer. I felt even worse. I was the ONLY customer. How bad could this parlour be???
I looked in the mirror. I was shocked. For once the haircut was actually...GOOD...it suited me.
a big smile spread across my face as I paid up....
They thanked me...and I thanked the...
But I still wonder...WHY was the parlour empty??
Comments
LOL remember when I got everything hacked off?
The only reason it didn't make me cry my eyes out was because you were there!
AND now I'm getting it cut really short again! :)
:)
nice entry btw