Mohawks = Sadness
I would be lieing by saying that when I woke up this morning I knew I would be going to sleep with a mohawk. No, in fact... up until the actually creation I hadn't even thought about ending my day with a mohawk. Yet, here I am.
Went to the Concord mall today with my Brother and mom to get some hairs cut. I figured I'd just get a nice trim, you know, nothing too exciting. It turns out that the hairdresser that was chosen to cut my hair really liked mohawks, and couldnt understand sarcasm. This is how the hair fiasco went.
Her: How do you want it?
Me: Shorter, I don't really know.
Her: How about a 1 to 2 or 2 to 3.
Me: ... 2 to 3 sounds AWESOME!
Her: I think it'd look good.
Me: What's a 2 to 3?
Her: You should get a mohawk.
Me: Yeah.. that'd be cool. (insert sarcasm)
Her: BUZZZZZZZZZ (insert razors to scalp)
Me: (thinking to myself) ~Ummm, okay, wow, that's short. I hope she leaves more on the top.
(Insert head rinse)
(more hair-cutting)
Me: (thinking to myself) ~The sides look short, and I like the top the way it is.
Her: Are you excited?
Me: I havent had har this short in years.
Her: (~I can't believe I'm giving him a mohawk)
Me: (~Oh my god... she was serious about the mohawk.)
The buzzing and chopping lessens and I'm left biting my lip, attempting not to laugh at the situation. Looking in the mirror I think to myself that it doesnt look that bad... but damn do I have a huge forehead.
Her: Do you like it?
Me: It's interesting... yes, I like it.
Other Hairdresser: You look like my dog.
Me: Hehehe...
Other Hairdresser 2: I think it looks awesome!
Her: Yeah! Me too! Oh, let me fix your sideburns.
Me: (~What have I done to myself...)
End Scene
So that's it...
Went to the Concord mall today with my Brother and mom to get some hairs cut. I figured I'd just get a nice trim, you know, nothing too exciting. It turns out that the hairdresser that was chosen to cut my hair really liked mohawks, and couldnt understand sarcasm. This is how the hair fiasco went.
Her: How do you want it?
Me: Shorter, I don't really know.
Her: How about a 1 to 2 or 2 to 3.
Me: ... 2 to 3 sounds AWESOME!
Her: I think it'd look good.
Me: What's a 2 to 3?
Her: You should get a mohawk.
Me: Yeah.. that'd be cool. (insert sarcasm)
Her: BUZZZZZZZZZ (insert razors to scalp)
Me: (thinking to myself) ~Ummm, okay, wow, that's short. I hope she leaves more on the top.
(Insert head rinse)
(more hair-cutting)
Me: (thinking to myself) ~The sides look short, and I like the top the way it is.
Her: Are you excited?
Me: I havent had har this short in years.
Her: (~I can't believe I'm giving him a mohawk)
Me: (~Oh my god... she was serious about the mohawk.)
The buzzing and chopping lessens and I'm left biting my lip, attempting not to laugh at the situation. Looking in the mirror I think to myself that it doesnt look that bad... but damn do I have a huge forehead.
Her: Do you like it?
Me: It's interesting... yes, I like it.
Other Hairdresser: You look like my dog.
Me: Hehehe...
Other Hairdresser 2: I think it looks awesome!
Her: Yeah! Me too! Oh, let me fix your sideburns.
Me: (~What have I done to myself...)
End Scene
So that's it...