I got my hair cut. Finally. I was going for that 60’s look, all I needed was flares and a fur-lined jacket. Maybe some beads and round glasses. It's funny how when you have time on your hands, you don't always do the things you need to do. I guess, it's the ability to endlessly put things off. Oh, there is always tomorrow.
The old hairdresser went back to Iran. Shame, as he was cute. Ah, them middle eastern boys.
The new hairdresser and I seem to have trouble understanding what length I want my hair. Short, apparently, has a myriad of connotations. To avoid a long and in depth discussion on the subject, as we have had with the last two haircuts, I said to him.
“I think a number 2 on the sides and a number 3 on the top.”
“Last time, I think, I cut with scissors,” he said. “Is this a change that you now vant?”
“Oh, I don’t mind, scissors, clippers.” I said, casually. Smile. “I just used those measures as a guide for the length.”
He smiled nervously. I should have known then. He took the clippers in his hand and ran them right across the middle of my head, from my fringe to the back, as though he was scalping me. I thought to tap my hand on my pursed lips, wondering if he’d get the charade. I could suddenly see my shiny scalp.
It looked like a number 1 to me. It looks like a number 1 all over. Ah well, hair will grow, I thought, as I tried not to shake my head. Maybe, I can wear army camouflage for a while, it will make a sexy change.
How hard can it be? I ask you?
I'll know next time to say, “Number 2 sides, number 3 top, with scissors, please.” Big smile. Who would have thought it would be so hard?
I guess, there are many different versions of short, I should be fair to him, like, I guess, there are many different versions of, let's say, white. Hey? Or would that be many diferent versions of beige, just look around at the general public. You know, cast your eye around on a tram. Oh, public transport, suddenly I miss it, the freak show on the 86. I must go for a tram ride. Get up early and experience it at is cream, early morning rush hour.
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