... today dawned rainy and warm, and I wandered into town this afternoon for my tri-weekly three dollar haircut after half a gallon of coffee courtesy of the new Tassimo....... and I must say that I left her dilapidated shop completely satisfied with the result of her ministrations......
..... sure, it's not rocket science, I suppose, cutting my hair...... I guess it's pretty easy for someone to fade a graying redhead from zero to 1.5 after forty years in the hair-cutting business....... but still?..... if you look deeply enough into the right nooks and crannies these days, you can still get your money's worth for three bucks......
.... although, it does irk me a bit to know that I can get a satisfactory haircut more cheaply than I can a plate of biscuits, bacon, eggs, and sausage gravy for breakfast around here......
.... there's just something not right about that, if you ask me.....
.... on the up-side?..... I arrived at the allotted time for my appointment, but was kept at bay by my old third grade teacher..... she was ensconced in the chair having her curls straightened, so I sat and waited..... and it wasn't long before she struck a conversation about why I was so pale, why my hair was graying so early (hers was still jet-black), and why my Pharmacist Wife wasn't being more supportive to her daughter (a pharmacist rep)......
.... it all turned out well in the end, though, and she spent the entirety of MY haircut standing within clipper-shrapnel distance asking me about where I had been, what I had done, and who I had met since third grade....... I guess she was curious.... but you know, I have been a LOT of places since third grade........ anyway, she left smiling, shocked, flabbergasted, and anxious..... so I guess that I told my tale As Advertised......
..... oh!.... heard from the Brother-in-Law the other day...... he's fresh back to Dhaka from another extended stray out in the Bandarbans near Chittagong....... his hotel in the Sundarbans should be habitable in the next few weeks....... so if any of you hammerheads wish to travel to an off-the-beaten-path luxury bungalow in the middle of a tiger infested mangrove swamp, just drop me an email...... I'll give you his Twitter address, cell phone, and yahoo IM handle.... and y'all can hook up......
.... so, yeah...... I got a well-needed haircut today....... what were you guys up to?.....
Why you're so pale? I'm kind of speechless to that one. I've never thought of you as pale, more... fair skinned. Pale. Interesting.
Not one of the brightest teachers you had in your schooling, I take it...
My third grade teacher's name was Mrs. Romack. I don't know why I even remember that. I doubt she'd remember me. She was a meanie as I recall.
Bullshitted by Sugar Britches on March 26, 2009 08:01 AMSo why are you turning gray early?
Bullshitted by Lou on March 26, 2009 09:43 AMThere are advantages and disadvantages to living in the town where you grew up. I don't even want to think of running into the teachers I had back in the day. They might remember all too much.
Bullshitted by dick on March 26, 2009 10:12 AM... Bou... just a bad choice of words on her part, I suspect....
.. it's kind of funny, I guess, Sugar Britches....all of my teachers seemed to like me... then and now...
.... turning gray early?..... I blame blogging, Lou....
... tell me about it, Dick....
Bullshitted by Eric on March 26, 2009 07:09 PMUh - your BIL is special... I think I will be staying home. No tigers here! Thoush I *did* get a trim today myself - though not nearly as interesting...
Bullshitted by Richmond on March 26, 2009 08:24 PM