This is not me, but it's what I looked like after my scalping.
I went to get
my hair cut today.
The place is
called the HEAD HUNTER, and I had gone there before.
An Asian
woman works there alone.
The place has
six folding chairs, and on each seat sits one clean, white towel.
The place
also has two signs that sit on a step ladder which read:
TAKE PHONE
OUTSIDE
and
PLEASE SIT
DOWN.
I turned off
my phone after I had sat down.
The HEAD
HUNTER has eight photographs of men with different hair styles.
On each
photograph is a number.
On my
previous visit the woman had asked me to pick which hair style I
wanted.
I forget
which one I picked.
Today I had
plenty of time to choose.
I was having
trouble deciding.
One style
(Number 4) that I liked would keep my hair about the same length.
Another style
(Number 5) was a bit shorter.
The third
(Number 2) was a lot shorter, but not real short.
I picked this
one.
After I sat
down, the woman asked, “How do you want your hair cut?”
I said, “Like
in picture number two.”
The haircut
would probably have proceeded fine had I not confused the woman when
I said, “I want the front short...I don't want bangs.”
The woman
didn't say anything or even make a sound.
The Christian
songs kept playing on the radio inside the HEAD HUNTER.
The woman
likes Christian songs.
Some of them
are quite good.
The haircut
was finished.
It looked
pretty good from the front.
No bangs.
I paid the
woman five dollars.
(She does not
accept tips.)
When I got
home I held a mirror to the back of my head.
NO HAIR!
I had been
scalped!
The woman had
not understood me after all.
One granddaughter told me, “You look bald”, and indeed I did,
and that was the bad news.
The good news
was that the woman in the HEAD HUNTER had not removed my head.
IT'S
ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES HAIRCUTS AND COMMUNICATION!
