Haircuts...
So I'm in Great Clips, down by the 'Way. <-- Ebonics for Safeway. I'm getting my haircut, and it's all going swimmingly. The day went downward once I said I worked at the 'Way. After that, all the lady cutting my hair would talk about was Joel. Joel this, Joel that. I should've said, "Bitch, shut up and cut my hair." But I was intimidated by her smoker's rasp of a voice.
I didn't like how she talked either. She saw my mom outside, and she said, "Is that your mom?" I said, "Yeah..." Then she said..."Hahah, he's all like "yeah..." cause I'm like "Is that you're mom?"" I hate when people refer to whomever they're talking to as "He" or "She" when they're talking about the person they're talking to. If that makes any sense. If it doesn't, then learn to read jackass. I can't really call you a jackass either, cause if you can't read then you don't know that I'm calling you a jackass. So if you can read, and don't know what I'm talking about, then learn how to read better jackass.
I didn't like how she talked either. She saw my mom outside, and she said, "Is that your mom?" I said, "Yeah..." Then she said..."Hahah, he's all like "yeah..." cause I'm like "Is that you're mom?"" I hate when people refer to whomever they're talking to as "He" or "She" when they're talking about the person they're talking to. If that makes any sense. If it doesn't, then learn to read jackass. I can't really call you a jackass either, cause if you can't read then you don't know that I'm calling you a jackass. So if you can read, and don't know what I'm talking about, then learn how to read better jackass.