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Pissing off my Chola barber.

09 Aug

So I had a bad moment with my Chola Barber.

It was awkward for a few moments and then we were past it.

Its the type of thing that we can’t stay tense for long.

I can’t find someone who does all the same shit she does for me.

Cuts the head, eyebrows, nose, ears, neck, goatee and mustache.

It used to just be the head, goatee and mustache.

And then, I started getting old.

Hair began sprouting out of places it never had before.

I have always had a little hair on my back, but it began creeping up my neck.

My eyebrows, ears and nose began growing hair like an old Italian man. (And you KNOW how hairy that bunch is.

And my Chola barber never missed a beat.

Although, I have made cutting the hair on my head easier for her by just having her shave is down to just stubble.

Easier to deal with, never gets messy during Judo or working out, all around simplicity.

I consider it a trade off.

But, really, what is the alternative?

Fantastic Sams? Really?

One of the Starbucks I go to has a Fantastic Sam’s next door, so if I sit outside, there is a table that looks directly into the lobby.

And here is what I have noticed.

There are two types of people that go into Fantastic Sam’s.

The first are people who are new to town.

They show up with the address written down like they have never been there before.

So they don’t know any better.

The second type, and I know I am going to take some heat for this one, are chubby house frau’s with their “Special” children.

(Please note my lack of the use of the word “Tard” here. The furious emails I received last time has shown me that the parents of tarded children have NO sense of humor.)

And the really funny part is that these house frau’s go to Fantastic Sam’s for the budget cut, then they go next store to Starbuck’s for a complex coffee creation that costs more than their hair cut.

And coffee, wonderful though it is, doesn’t last as long as a sloppy haircut.

However, these ladies have it hard enough as it is, so I try not to antagonize them.

Which sounds like BS given my continual use of a word that infuriates them.

Actually, it is just that one little word, in that one little area.

And yet, I seem to have this Tourettes syndrome issue when it comes to the women in my life, even the ones as remotely connected to me by just reading this blog.

I run my mouth and piss them off at a rate that you have to wonder when one of them is going to take a swing at killing me.

I spend a massive amount of time formulating new and interesting ways of saying “Sorry about that, my bad.”

Eventually, I will have to clean up my act, if only because I need to get my hair cut.

And a Chola barber is not someone to piss of.

Push it too far, you get a hair cut and get stabbed.

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2 Comments

Posted by on August 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

2 responses to “Pissing off my Chola barber.

  1. Candee

    August 12, 2013 at 9:08 am

    “Please note my lack of the use of the word “Tard” here.”

    ummmm…no. you used it. more than once.

    😛

     
    • Bittermac

      August 26, 2013 at 2:29 pm

      In that one sentence, I meant. I am half a tard at times.

       

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