So I got a hair cut today…finally. I don’t remember when i got one last. I went to the place where I usually go when i get around to the luxuries of getting my hairs cut, and I was told that there was going to be a 45 min. wait. I am assuming this was due to the high volume of youth wanting to look sharp for their first day of school. I tucked my tail between my legs and took my shaggy head out of there to go home.
Then I saw it, another option. As I entered the vintage establishment it was like I has walked back into the 70’s. Stuffed deer (two), duck, and something that looked like a mink greeted me as i entered. Only cash and check accepted at this establishment (i found that out after the cut).
The kicker to the story was that i thought the very nice woman was finished with my hair and then all of a sudden she did something behind me. Next thing that i know there is a warm sensation on the back of my neck. Without even a word of warning she had lathered me up with warm shaving cream and began to use a straight razor to sculpt a line so straight on my neck that you could set a watch to. My heart was racing, my mind was whirling, I didn’t know what to do. I sat as still as a statue not wanting to breath in fear of losing an artery. The worst part wasI kind of liked it. A little dramatic i know, but it was way better than the people at hair cuttery offering to sculpt my eyebrows (ick).
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Chris this has got to be the funniest story I have read all week; I was laughing my head off.