Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Big Barber

            I got a haircut. At my barber shop there's a fat barber who I try to avoid and a skinnier barber who I try to get. I walked in yesterday and the fat barber was relaxing in his chair. The minute I opened the door he turned around and smiled.
            "Perfect timing," he said to me.
            He had me cornered, so I sat down and hoped for the best. There were a couple of other guys in the shop, but they weren't there for haircuts. They were there to socialize and crack jokes. Nothing was off limits to these guys, gay jokes, momma jokes, jokes about girlfriends, jokes about dogs that ran away. There were personal attacks on appearance. It was great. I couldn't stop laughing. I tried to keep my head still. The big guy has trouble as it is, and I didn't want any jump cuts. 
            As for the haircut, I look like Hitler youth. No matter how much water or hair product I use, there's a section of hair towards the back of my head that sticks straight up. It's agitated. The fat guy messed me up again. Merry Christmas big guy.