For a decade I've been going to JD's barber shop. I call him Crazy JD because he's always got some bizarre conspiracy theory or something equally entertaining. He thinks Allah is really Satan. I enjoy telling him that the Muslim and Christian gods are the same, that only the prophets are different. He comes unglued.
I went in yesterday for a haircut on my way to work. He started by spraying something on my head. I asked what it was, because he'd never done that before. He said it made cutting it easier. Whatever he was doing after that didn't feel right, either, but I was too stupid to ask more questions. When he turned me around to look in the mirror, the &@()?! Had given me a "flat top", a bizarre 1950's style.
Me: "Jesus Tapdancing Christ, JD, I look like the eraser end of a pencil."
Crazy JD: "Don't use the Lord's name in vain. You always get a flat top."
Me: "I've never had one. I'd rather be dead with my old haircut than alive with this one."
Crazy JD: "I must be thinking of someone else."
Me: "Jesus Christ and General Jackson, I can't go to work like this."
Crazy JD: "Doesn't your uniform have a hat? Stop using the Lord's name in vain."
Me: "You have to do something. "
Crazy JD: "There's not enough left. Maybe let it grow for a week and I can fix it a little."
He ended up buzzing my whole head except for a little tuft on the top front. It looks like the back of a merganser's head. No, I will not post pictures.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Ajax, please post some pictures of your human. Its almost Halloween and we can have fun with them.
Post a Comment