awkward moments at JC Penney's hair salon
I got an overly awesome Factory shirt today, whoo. Man, I wish I could go back in time and see Joy Div play there, that would be beyond amazing.
Anyway, hair, all I do is talk about my hair. Today, I got my 3rd haircut this week, I know I'm crazy. Anyway, even though he left the back part an centimeter too short, I loved the guy who cut it. Anyway, he did a great job, the one lady who was supposed to do the mul decided that since I was 20 mins late ( it was raining buckets ok, god) she would just pack up and leave because I wasn't coming. I did. Anyway, I got this really effeminate, soft spoken, gay guy, to do my hair instead. He was beyond hysterical, yes. Weird, yet good sense of humor. He kept integrating spanish with english (JUST LIKE MY PUTA SAMMI). I felt so awkward though because he was like, I betcha you hang out with a lot of gay guys huh? You like art? You do? Oh yeah. That is so avant-garde. Bleh. I know, it's called conversation.
(out of nowhere)
him: BEND OVER.
me: HAHA WHAT?
him: HAHAHAHAH UHHH
>I don't know why I'm such a pervert. SERIOUSLY.
So I got up, like a fool, and bent over (slightly). Well, I got about four hourse of sleep last night, so whatever.
Him: HAH DON'T BE FUNNY WITH ME, I meant in the chair, I can't style the hair underneath the way your sitting...
Me: Oh, ok, heh, don't mind me...
God, what an awkward moment.
Anyway, hair, all I do is talk about my hair. Today, I got my 3rd haircut this week, I know I'm crazy. Anyway, even though he left the back part an centimeter too short, I loved the guy who cut it. Anyway, he did a great job, the one lady who was supposed to do the mul decided that since I was 20 mins late ( it was raining buckets ok, god) she would just pack up and leave because I wasn't coming. I did. Anyway, I got this really effeminate, soft spoken, gay guy, to do my hair instead. He was beyond hysterical, yes. Weird, yet good sense of humor. He kept integrating spanish with english (JUST LIKE MY PUTA SAMMI). I felt so awkward though because he was like, I betcha you hang out with a lot of gay guys huh? You like art? You do? Oh yeah. That is so avant-garde. Bleh. I know, it's called conversation.
(out of nowhere)
him: BEND OVER.
me: HAHA WHAT?
him: HAHAHAHAH UHHH
>I don't know why I'm such a pervert. SERIOUSLY.
So I got up, like a fool, and bent over (slightly). Well, I got about four hourse of sleep last night, so whatever.
Him: HAH DON'T BE FUNNY WITH ME, I meant in the chair, I can't style the hair underneath the way your sitting...
Me: Oh, ok, heh, don't mind me...
God, what an awkward moment.