Haircut

Yesterday Gaines and I went to Barnes and Noble simply to get out of the Camp Gospel atmosphere for a few moments.  On the way there we stopped at a Whataburger that Gaines insisted that I try as soon as possible.  I probably would have enjoyed the experience more if it wasn't 50 degrees inside and the burger patties weren't the size of my face.  When all is said and done their fountain coke was stellar and they have nice graphics.

So we get to Barnes and Noble and there is a Cost Cutters nearby.  I wander in thinking my hair is currently way too long and I can get in without an appointment.  The receptionist tells me that I should sign up since there is only one little boy in front of me.  After I put my name down two teenagers with their mothers walk in and put their names down as well...AFTER mine.

This is where it gets juicy.

The little boy in front of me finishes getting his haircut and I'm next on the list.  As I'm thinking about what I'm gonna tell the lady about what I want her to do, one of the mothers says, "Rhonda, would you mind cuttin' Robert's hair?" in the most innocent way possible.

Rhonda goes over to the sign up sheet, SHRUGS her shoulders, and motions Robert to her chair...UNBELIEVABLE.  The next 15 mins before I was called by a different stylist were filled with rage control.  The rage control was made especially hard by Robert's "innoncent" mother talking on her cell phone.  Not only was she being unbelievably loud in a quiet atmosphere but she was talking about "lines", "having my girls worked over by you", and names like Misty and Star.  No doubt she was running a call girl service right next to me.

Despite me showing my license picture to the stylist there was a great deal of miscommunication about what I wanted, which ended in me getting my sideburns trimmed off, wasting $17, and me buzzing my head when I returned to camp.