all in a $10 hair cut

i dont even know what they call themselves nowadays. i used to call males who cut the hair of other males barbers. now there are females who cut hair for males and vice versa this world is really revolutionizing. no i am not going to turn this post into so mature thesis on gender revolution but instead i am going to post about my $10 dollar hair cut today. so for the sake of fluency, i shall call people who cut hair hair cutter.

so i marched into the hair cutter's lair and sat on the chair with full confidence that i shall get a botak hair cut today. well this happens all the time. before sitting down i would be all prepared and aplomb to expect all my hair to fall off my head but only until i look into the mirror.

i have no idea why haircutters love to use those huge and intimidating mirrors but anyway i looked into the mirror and thought: hey i dont really need to have this hair cut, its really neat as it is now. the mirrors have this balls-shrinking effect on over confident customers; they make people make impulsive last minute decision to change their intended haircut to something less drastic. so i squeaked "spike and slope. BUT not too short." my haircutter today was a guy called desmond mok and looked like a crocodile.

but anyway i digress. so that crocodile was snipping away at my hair while i silent pleaded for my hair to turn out fab-ber-lous (as my pw teacher pronounced it).

side note: while he was cutting my hair i noticed a distinct smell of blood and so i though that mr crocodile must have snipped my scalp but i wasnt long till i noticed that his middle finger was wrapped with 2 or 3 layers of band aid. mr crocodile also had this pen inked tattoo. that poor creature.

At the end he held a large oval mirror behind my head and asked if it was ok. i patronizingly felt the hair at my back and the top then nodded my head. i wasnt really satisfied though but oh well it was my monthly fashion disaster so i might as well get over with it.

i apologise for the lack of climax in the story. this story is a representation of how terribly boring my week was so pardon my lack of excitement