Thursday, June 23, 2005
hott barber on J street
Speaking of continuing sagas, there is a funny series of missed connections about the bald barber on J st. If you follow such things, you'll remember that some lady posted about him before and all these other ladies were drooling but then his girlfriend got on and got really pissed. There are more postings about him today. In order, they are here, here, and here. And then after even more posts where people speculate if he's posting about himself (I doubt it), there is of course the standard curmudgeonly craiglist post. Why do some people read craigslist just so they can post about how pathetic all the other posters are? I'm surprised they didn't post that the other people are asshats and should take their meds.
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That guy does a great job at cutting hair by the way...even when he's hung over!
he's no Judy though :(
My slack off time at work has all but disappeared but I would like to tell you a story that maybe I've told some of you already. I was walking by this particular barber shop & it suddenly struck me that I should get a haircut. It was full of bros drinking beer (the rash of missed connections on this guy are weird since he's Joe Bro - he could basically be the poster child for Sac) and I assumed they were waiting for haircuts. I sat down & suddenly this old guy walks in & gets behind the other chair. I realize that it was a previous owner who the bro dude lets come in & cut hair when he feels like hanging out. So he goes "who's next?" & nobody says anything. Now I could be wrong, but there were at least 10 dudes in there and MAYBE they were all just hanging out with Joe Bro & not waiting for haircuts - but it seemed fishy to me. The old guy looks at me & says "how 'bout you?" so I get in his chair. My hair is pretty hard to fuck up - it's survived a few 2:AM home jobs - but this guy was up for the challenge! When he finished, he handed me this horrible pair of sun glasses that were like this Rite Aid interpretation of new wave & before I even turn around to look in the mirror & see this hatchet job of a haircut, he suggests I out the glasses on. I've gotten some pretty ugly sweaters for Christmas & had no problem pouring it on & making like it was my new favorite, but it took every ounce of B.S. I had in me to be all "yeah, it looks great". AND I had these fucking glasses on! It turns out that for some reason he thought they were my glasses. Someone had left them there I guess. But for a second I thought they were his "haircut enhancing glasses" that he gave everyone before they checked out the finished product.
OK, back to my VERY FULFILLING busy job.
miller
smiller, you just retold a scene from Barbershop the movie!
not that i've seen it or anything.
If you look at the Barbershop movie poster, it says "based on a true story".
miller
Wait 1)katy, what magical trick did you use to remove your comment? I want to use that next time I freak out about something someone has said, write a mean comment, and then think twice and take the whole post down.
2)the sunglasses part of that story is very very funny
3)I once got a haircut so horrible that I started crying while I was telling the guy it looked great and paying the full amount plus tip. This haircut led to the only time I have ever been mistaken for a man. It happened in my first semester of junior college and it was a boys feathered haircut so all I could think to do to fix it was SLICK IT BACK WITH GEL. So picture me, with my hair short all over slicked from front to back and shellacked there and then go jerk off to that mental picture. Starting...now!
I wish I knew how to remove the jerking off part of that last comment.
wait, miller, don't you still have those sunglasses?! the dude across the street from bald haircutter CL heart throb gave me a really expensive haircut that made me look like a cocker spaniel. just ask james about it.
there was a delete button for my comment. no real magic.
really, it was just a typo. but, i'm a grammar neyrd and that sort of thing drives me crazy.
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