So I have be up here in Cheyenne for almost two months now. I figured it was about time for a hair cut.
I had really been putting it off because I was dreading having find someone new to cut my hair. The in ability to just wake up, throw something on, and head to work was getting more and more held up do to the hair. Sadly not one person at work could recommended someone for me. Apparently there wives cut there hair. Is that what having a significant other is for? I guess I have been missing out. Either way it was time for a hair cut.
Being the lazy guy I am I stopped at the first place I saw on my way back from work. I really should have just kept driving. It cost me 12 bucks and my "fade" looked like the bitch cutting my hair was going through crack withdrawals. A blind, one handed, midget could have done a better job than her. After three attempts to fix it I gave up.
I then told her in so many polite words that she wasn't going to be paid for it. I was clearly not happy with the job and at this point most businesses would have expected that, apologized and I would have been on my way. Unfortuently I wasn't so lucky. This wonderful lady thought she had done a perfectly good job and I didn't pay she would call the police. She then proceeded to walk out side and get my license plate number.
I wish I had taken a picture for you. My fade had about a 3 in difference from one side of my head to the other. Not to mention the back had some lighting blot thing going on. In any normal situation I would have held my ground, but this lady had same look that I would get when I used arrested drunk and crazy hobos back in El Paso. So I took it as lessoned leared and won't be going back there.
I am now broke and I also don't have any clippers or trimmers of my own to fix it. I do how ever have plenty of razors.
I don't know how you do it Corth. My head feels all cold and naked now.