A Hairy Situation

I found myself in a hairy situation today, literally. I went to go get my hair cut at Supercuts, where I always go and my regular gal was not working. I should have left, but I really needed a hair cut, so I stayed and I drew the black bean. It became apparent very quickly that the gal cutting my hair was new at this and that she was nervous about cutting my hair. That should have been my sign to fake a stomach virus and run out the door, but I gave her the standard directions for cutting my hair (same ones I have used for 10+ years) and she nodded that she understood. After hacking away for a good 7 minutes she decided to pause and ask what I thought. After a short pray, I responded that I needed some adjustments and I gave her further directions. 8 minutes later she was done and I looked like Vanilla Ice! She had already nicked the side of my head so I thanked her and asked if she could put some gel on it to help. I paid (left a $1 tip) and left. I wanted to encourage the young lady (because I could tell that she needed it) but all I managed to do is not yell at her or even appear to be angry.

Michele says that I shouldn't keep going to Supercuts because it is ghetto, but I like only pay $12 for a haircut and I usually get a decent chop when Willie Mae is working.

Hopefully I will not have any job interviews in the next two weeks.