Captioned by the hairing impaired: So yesterday, I was running around trying to get things done, and I thought Id tryout this new barber in Warsaw (Mea culpa, mea culpa, Hesper), but the guy who owned the shop had taken the day off, and yet one of the other barbers was there. He looked like he knew what he was doing--however, I might point point out he did 5 buzz cuts before me--not the rocket science of coiffures--and he was discussing the fact that hes a new minister of a small church with the guy whose hair he was cutting, so I figured why not help out this guy coming in ministry. So my turn comes up, and I sit down in the chair, and he makes this announcement--and I am not making this up--I just want everybody to know that there was a guy and his son in a little while ago, and the guy HATED the haircut I gave to his son, so much so that he refused to pay, and then told me that the money was the least of his problems. His wife was going to kill him., and then stormed out. BUT the guy before him was just fine with his haircut. About a half dozen guys looked at one another a bit nervously. And then, he turn to me, and before he even asked me what kind of cut I wanted, I interrupted him: A very light trim. He proceeded to give me a haircut that took about five minutes with same precision and care of the buzz cuts that he had just given. Needless to say, I have been sporting a baseball cap ever since. JoeandHesper Manns; Your hairing impaired friend and cutee hangs his head in shame.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 23:32:48 +0000
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