Haircut....

.... up early and out of the house this morning in search of a haircut, I found myself at safely ensconced on a faded lawn chair at Eva's by 8:30..... the door was open to the street and the sounds of small town traffic mingled with the sweet aroma of Dollar Store hairspray as she worked her magic on a berry-brown pensioner...

.... I leafed through a dog-eared copy of Southern Living from 1987 while the two ladies chatted away in the morning heat....

... Eva picked and sprayed, patted and pulled until the tanned face of the old woman was surrounded by a perfectly round dome of silver, curly hair....

.... I waited my turn quietly and took note of the two of them.....

.... Eva - a tiny slip of a woman.... with her straight gray hair and skinny legs..... both ladies sporting that kind of bone-deep suntan that you only see on someone who has tended a garden every summer for the past 55 years.... no make-up on either of them..... just faces beaming with the lines of Time, sunshine, and Life....

..... it was early, though, and the morning air hadn't yet become burdened with the heat it'd have by noon.....

.... horns honked occasionally as the ladies talked about fried green tomatoes and gossip....

.... I believe that they were both genuinely happy as I sat there listening..... Eva doing what she loves to do.... and her customer content with knowing her hair was going to look exactly as she imagined.... they talked of grandkids, coffee, and vacations....

..... I'm back home now drinking coffee and preparing for a trip up to Knoxville..... The Missus is looking forward to an evening of Shakespeare in Market Square..... and me?..... I'm just thinking of how much I enjoy my three-dollar crew cuts every two weeks.....

by Eric on August 07, 2009 | Bullshit (7) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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What a beautiful snippet of small-town life.
These are the things that keep me coming back here, sir.
Beautiful, simply beautiful. I'm jealous.


(enjoy the Shakespeare)

Bullshitted by Jean on August 7, 2009 09:48 AM

I enjoy hearing about your haircuts and fried green tomatoes at Eva's.

Bullshitted by JihadGene on August 7, 2009 11:07 AM

... thanks, guys... it was a quiet, cool morning....

Bullshitted by Eric on August 7, 2009 11:22 AM

And, please, how was the Shakepeare?

(And still with the crew-cut, no changes?)

Bullshitted by Kath on August 8, 2009 06:54 AM

.... the Shakespeare was good.... but they were unfortunately having audio issues..... so we left early as it was difficult to hear the actors doing their lines.....

Bullshitted by Eric on August 8, 2009 09:06 AM

Is that what passes for a crewcut these days? Heh.

Another delightful vignette of small-town life. Nobody does it better than the Straight White Guy.

Bullshitted by Elisson on August 8, 2009 03:53 PM

Last week I took a ride down main street of my old home town. My first time in years and it was stunning at how dead it was. Many stores closed and virtually no parking along the four hundred yards of it that was the same length as when I was a youth. It had grown none at all.
Some blame Wally-World and Malls that had grown up in the suburbs but not I. I blame the Parking Nazi.
In my eary teens a meter maid was hired to monitor parking along main street. A stoic woman in her fifties, she walked the street as if she owned it and tickets for overtime parking flowed forth from her hand with no mercy. Complaints fell on deaf ears as nepotism was at work, she being closely related to the long time Mayor. I soon believed she had spent her earlier years as a prison guard at Dachau and my distaste turned to hatred when she almost ticketed me at the age of 14 for disturbing the peace because I whistled to catch the attention of a friend. Soon people got tired of that crap and started shopping elsewhere and main street began to die. Later, after she retired, the parking meters were removed but it was too late. Downtown was doomed.
I suspect the Meter Maid has passed into the great beyond by now and I shall not speak ill of the dead. I do believe though, that she is resting somewhere ticket book in hand and at the time of the resurrection, she will rise up and begin issuing tickets to those who she decides have parked too long before the Pearly Gates.

Bullshitted by Tbird on August 9, 2009 08:46 PM