I got a hair cut today. I haven’t taken a shower yet so I won’t post any photos. I got my hair cut 3 weeks ago as part of my birthday weekend from the boyfriend. In that 3 weeks, my hair has grown like an inch and it was beginning to drive me crazy. Plus, as hot as it has been lately, it was beginning to look like crap from the heat. So I stopped at the barber shop on the way home. I get my hair cut at this little place that used to be a barber shop but now it’s a little salon I guess you can say. They have two chairs and only one asian lady works there. Well, there could be more but the same lady has always been there when I go. I can just walk in and get a hair cut. I don’t have to make an appointment or anything. Today when I got there there was one other guy there but he was almost done. I only had to wait a few minutes.

When I sat in the chair she started talking right away. I can barely understand what she’s saying. I always have to ask again what she said. Her asian accent is really thick. When she started cutting the front of my hair, I closed my eyes and kept them closed for a long time. She continued to talk though. I just said things like yes, and uh huh. Then I opened my eyes and saw she had parted my hair on the wrong side. I corrected her and she acted like it didn’t matter to the hair cut. I guess it doesn’t. Besides her talking to much, her breath really stank! I hate having to talk to her, let alone smell her lunch. But it’s a cheap hair cut and I can go in anytime. I guess I have to put up with it.