With this latest haircut, I have had 18 of them in Buffalo. Some of them have been more memorable than the others.
My first one was all the way up at North Plaza. For want of a better sense of direction, and the gleeful excitement of having a "metro" train service within walking distance once again, I took it all the way up to south campus and was quite disappointed when the driver announced that it was the last stop. I don't know what I had been expecting but I do remember wondering whether it would come out in another city's downtown.
Somehow this seems so appropriate, not to mention way cooler. Downtown to downtown - symmetric underground and overground sections. Like a light rail but also like a tube. The romance was killed brutally at south campus.
So back to the main story, that trip was memorable not only for the huge metro asymmetry disappointment but also for the near hysterical haircutter. She started carelessly whacking my hair off. I don't really ask too much from my haircutters. I just want it all off and a decent non-eggy looking outcome at the end. But I got more than I paid for.
She told me the whole in-detail story about how she was going to call her wedding off because she had just found out that morning that her fiance had given her a fake golden ring with a fake diamond pasted on it. She also sniffled into my hair. I didn't mean to be insensitive but.. Geez. I never went back.
The second haircutter had moved his shop from Utica to the basement of an old people's home on Main Street. It started out okay but I was the only one below 60 in that room and one of the old ladies was bitterly complaining that her new hair colour was not purple enough.
It unsettled me. Oh, and that place smelled really funky as well.
A few haircuts at not-very-memorable-places later, I met this haircut lady!
I swear she must have been a drill sergeant in her past life! She yelled at everyone in the shop - customers and employees alike, and gave me something very close to a military buzzcut. I was too scared to say anything and slunk out!
Then I met the best haircutter ever - LaShawn! I don't think anyone ever cut my hair so well as her. My hair didn't grow out of shape for a whole month! It was as if she had sprinkled magic dust on my hair and bullied it into behaving.
Unfortunately, she went on maternity leave after I had that haircut and I haven't seen her since.
The next one was downright freaky. While cutting my hair, he casually mentioned how his dream career was to become a mortician! Nice way to boost confidence levels in a client.
The last really interesting haircutter was an indophile.
He was covered in so many tattoos, it was hard to tell what kind of clothes he was wearing! He told me that his boyfriend usually tried out unique designs on him first and that's how he ended up with so many. I found that what little I know about Hinduism was very deficient compared to his encyclopaedic knowledge!
I seem to have knack for meeting the most bizarre haircutters and going to the weirdest of haircutting settings.
before I suspect my children are asleep i check each pile of laundry with a pitch fork. They scamper out of where ever they are hiding when they hear that.
or the scream loudly... depending on where they are hiding.
haha, that reminds me of a joke.
a man calls a coworker, and a little girl answers the phone. He says "hi sweetie, can I talk to your daddy?" "no" she whispers, and giggles. "Well what about your mommy?" "no" she says. Nervous, the man asks "are you home alone?". The girls answers "no, they're talking to the police". Even more alarmed he says "why are they talking to the police?" "They're waiting for the search helicopter". Nearing panic mode, he asks "what are they looking for?!"
And the little girl laughs "ME!!"