Went to get my haircut today. I go to a barbers, cause I don't see the point in having my hair styled and coloured. Some people do, fair play but thats not my bag baby.
One of the main reasons I like the barbers is, you walk in, wait your turn. But shit when it is your turn you are in and out of that chair quciker than if you went to the toilet!
No mess no fuss, tell 'em what you want they do it all for £8! Plus you get a tissue, today I got two! Its for the loose hair you sick minded reader.
One thing I don't like is that you have to make conversation with someone that you don't know. If you upset them........well aside from giving you a bad haircut they could cut and kill you.
But today I got another reason to hate being in that chair.
I'm sat there caped and everything, me I put my elbows on the arm rest of a chair with my hands meeting across my belly. So my elbow is sticking out a bit.
The guy that was cutting my hair stands next to me (facing me) while cutting my hair. Nice and normal, hang on he just took a step forward........and another one. HOLY SHIT! WHAT PART OF.........HIM IS TOUCHING MY ARM?!?!?!?!? Please note I am looking at myself in the mirror as all of this is happening. I looked scared. I moved my arm, he stepped forward again to make his......touch my arm. In the end I moved my arm completely from the rest and just wished for the whole thing to end. Was kind of hoping for a discount, but alas I wasn't given one. Maybe if I had have kept my arm there for a little longer.
But I felt violated in all the wrong ways.
Also saw a guy today wearing a black polo shirt.
And pink trousers.
*blink*
No, that really happened.
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Kelly:
You shouldve licked his arm. Seriously.
Just one wink on your part would have sent your life spinning off in whole different direction.
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