I got a haircut today. My... uh... hairdresser? Geez, that doesn't sound like a person who cuts a man's hair. Barber? No, it's a chick and one who has more female customers than male ones. Stylist? Hmmm, I don't think I'm being styled if it only costs $18.00.
Anyway, near the end of the haircut, my hairtress asked me if I wanted my sideburns trimmed. That sounded fine.
She trimmed each one a bit and then worked on tidying up the rest of my head. I stared at my sideburns in the mirror and couldn't help noticing that the left one was a bit longer than the right one.
Me: Excuse me, I think the left one needs to be trimmed a bit more. It seems longer.
Hairtress: Hmmmm.
She put a finger at the bottom of each one and then examined me.
Hairtress: Well, I guess a little bit, ok.
She trimmed a nanometer of sideburn.
Me: Does that look right?
Hairtress: Yeah. I usually use my fingers to line it up.
Me: ....?
Hairtress: I think that's more accurate than using ears as a guide.
Me: ....?
I contemplated what she was saying, and/or not saying. It took a minute to sink in.
Me: Oh my god! My ears! They're not the same height! MY LEFT EAR IS HIGHER!
Hairtress: Well, uh, that's why I use my fingers.
Me: Good lord.
There's nothing like discovering a new physical defect.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
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3 comments:
That is wierd! I got my hair cut today too. But mine is DEFINITELY a stylist ($$).
Sorry bout the ears.
Be thankful you can still see well enough to tell.... Oh my goodness, my word verification is HAIR!
Sue, yeah, not much styling takes place for $18. She did offer to put my gel in my hair though.
4th Sis, that's a pretty positive way to look at things. And, hey, my ears don't stick out like Obama's, so I guess I can feel superior that way.
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