Jonola14

ODD WATFORD

Last weekend I had my hair cut. Now, as you may have read, when I have my hair cut, something amusing and worthwhile of blogging usually happens. This time was no exception.

She greeted me with a grunt and motioned towards the chair. I tried to engage her in conversation, but she was clearly suffering with depression or something. She went on about Christmas shopping and how, since her mum died, she had “lots of kids”, at which point my eyes bulged and she rephrased it to say that she had to buy presents for her nieces and nephews.

Anyway, she hacked away at my hair (and actually made it look rather good), and I was astonished that nothing remotely website-worthy had occurred. Then she got the brush. You know, the one with the stiff, long, thick bristles for sweeping away loose hairs? She then proceeded to jab it into my face as far as it would go (ie right down to the bottom of the bristles) and then scrape it along my cheeks, trying to get a reaction, her top set of teeth biting down on her lower lip in sheer determination.

So I sat there and let her jab away until she gave up and went off in a huff. Splendid.