Nov 27, 2004 10:24
Refs, why do they have to be so...troublesome.
Exhibit A:
Supercuts
Lon Beshiri went to Supercuts on Miracle Mile to get his hair cut. Of course Mr. Beshiri did not want to go to Supercuts due to the fact it's a babershop, for Cuban ladies with no English. Of course the hair stylist Yasmin, (Yeah, do I really need to go further with the name?) asked me for how long I wanted the hair.
First she said it in Spanish, when I was answering her back in Spanish she started to flail her arms and exclaim "DE LONG! DE LONG! LONG OV JOUR HAIR!" I was saying "I want it..." when Mr. Beshiri was rudely interupted by Hairstylist Yasmin and told the girl working the counter, in Spanish, that I didn't understand English or Spanish and she had to translate.
Mr. Beshiri understood what Hairstylist Yasmin had said, and being sick of putting up with all that shit in school, he got up out of the chair and exclaimed:
"I UNDERSTAND FUCKING BOTH OF THEM! "THE LONG" IS NOT A WORD IN ENGLISH! IT'S LENGTH WOMEN! LENGTH! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME FINISH MY FUCKING SENTENCES!?"
It was quiet there on out throught the Supercuts with an unease at the air. She didn't ask anymore questions and just cut. Mr. Beshiri was satified with the haircut. He didn't tip her of course, but he walked home with a smile.
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