Like A Bunny?

My friend that usually cuts my hair in his barbershop basement is the same friend that is out of commission right now with the foot injury.  So I had to go to a place to get a haircut.  I have a fear of haircuts, there is sweating involved.  I am weird.

So I'm at the haircut place the other day, the one where the young lady cuts your hair, washes it while brushing you with an occasional inappropriate breast, then proceeds to rub your shoulders with this vibrating contraption, and part of the conversation went a little something like this:

Haircut Lady ~ Do you color your hair?

Me ~ Why yes, I put the gray in for a more mature, sophisticated look.

Haircut Lady ~ Do you know you have fuzzy ears?

Me ~ You mean, like a bunny?

Haircut Lady ~ No, I mean like an old fart.

Yes, I am aging gracefully.

Comments

[Sarah]

next time go to bryan's barbershop in burlington. scott loves that place.

[Ed (zoesdad)]

I haven't had a haircut in almost two years. God I miss the occasional inappropriate breast!