Our guns, we shot them in the things we said, we didn't need no bullets, cos we rely on some words instead.
As reported in the last post, I’m annoyed at bad hairdressers. You see, there is a usual girl I go to, to get my hair cut. She speaks a wee bit of English and she is really hot so it seems the natural choice.
On Thursday evening I went in there after work, but to my eternal annoyance she wasn’t there (something about her being sick). Now, what is the proper course of action here? Do I say that I’ll just come back another time? Or do I just take a haircut from whoever is available?
The first choice seems to say to all the other employees that their quality of scissor use is below par.
The second choice leaves you open to attack from any sort of ‘just out of Combing School for Idiots’ pervert that you sit down in front of.
I chose the latter option, I didn’t want to rock the boat, and how bad could it be? As it turn out, VERY. The guy was nowhere near as hot as my usual ‘brush professional’, and had obviously been trained in an abattoir. The resulting haircut looked as if I had done it myself, with broken scissors, in the dark.
I had to change it, but what could I do with such an awful barnet? I decided the only way to go was to remove the whole lot, so that is the thug you see before you at the top of the post. Apologies to my mum who always hates my hair like this….. It’ll grow back before I get home, I promise.
On Thursday evening I went in there after work, but to my eternal annoyance she wasn’t there (something about her being sick). Now, what is the proper course of action here? Do I say that I’ll just come back another time? Or do I just take a haircut from whoever is available?
The first choice seems to say to all the other employees that their quality of scissor use is below par.
The second choice leaves you open to attack from any sort of ‘just out of Combing School for Idiots’ pervert that you sit down in front of.
I chose the latter option, I didn’t want to rock the boat, and how bad could it be? As it turn out, VERY. The guy was nowhere near as hot as my usual ‘brush professional’, and had obviously been trained in an abattoir. The resulting haircut looked as if I had done it myself, with broken scissors, in the dark.
I had to change it, but what could I do with such an awful barnet? I decided the only way to go was to remove the whole lot, so that is the thug you see before you at the top of the post. Apologies to my mum who always hates my hair like this….. It’ll grow back before I get home, I promise.
posted by Alanowski @ 12:06 am
3 Comments:
I see from your choice of lyric that you are a big fan of "crap music".
I find that if I ask fo a specific hair dresser -- let's be honest about it -- people look at me like I'm her stalker. This is what got me started cutting my own hair. That and the restraining order.
I have half a mind.
I am thinking of using that half mind to remove some points from you for putting down what is not only a great song but a great band. This is your first and final warning Mr Porteous.
Peace and harmony yadda yadda yadda
I don't acknowledge the existence of power structures greater than myself.
I hearby dock myself infinity billion points and ban me from playing.
Beat that! You've got nothin', rules boy. Nuffin! You and your... rules. Mehhh!
(This is just like that scene in the Godfather where Marlon Brando is killed by his own tomato plants -- or something).
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