So there'sthis one time I needed a hair cut. It was like early June and I was starting to look like 'the mad scientist'. So while I was driving for work I remember a place I saw over by the airport. "Men's Hair Cuts' 5$" in red paint on a white sidewalk easel.
"Nice, this is right up my alley." *For some reason I have a REAL hard time paying much for a hair cut. I mean all they are doing is ~cutting your hair with scissors~ >who cant do that? Seriously?
Anyway, I get there and I walk up a mostly undecorated long hall, and long stairs leading to yet another long undecorated hallway. Painted gray.
"Linda's' something or other....
*Knock, Knock, Knock* I start to walk a way. It is after 5.
Then the door opens and a head peaks out. But not normal adult height. Like the height of the door knob. A woman late 50's? Large, plastic lens, horribly out of date glasses.
*DOH! a midget, don't smile. this is a regular person.* *right**ok**here we go* Is the first thing I thought.
So I ask for a hair cut and go inside. Its a typical hair salon. And its not like I could just back out. I was committed to getting a hair cut. so NOW im thinking "Im gonna get my hair cut by a midget. Weird. Weird. Cool. Weird. Ok Lets do it" And right at that point a normal sized woman "Linda" comes out. *PHEW*.
It turns out the midget was a helper.
But then I realize the place REEEEEEKKKSS!!! of nail polish remover. So im sitting there with Linda cutting away. and she's real talkative, and im just not even listening....I just keep stealing looks at the midget. And I think some more....
***
"why did it take so long for them to answer the door?, things here seem a bit tweaked, I just cat put my foot on it. are they stoned? coke? nah not coke no need for odor cover up. have they smoked a dube. mabye....." and on and on.
So turns out I get the SHIIITIEST haircut I ever had.
Needless to say but, I dont go there no mo'.
