As a metal blade scraped across the side of my ear, I thought "Hey! Careful there!" I didn't say anything though. I didn't need to. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know, followed by the warm wet feeling along my cheek.
"Did you have a cut in your ear?" asked the person holding the pair of scissors that unexpectedly contained my DNA.
"...you mean, before just now?"
Lesson learned: Haircuts are $21, but ear cuts are free.
I didn't get my haircut, but I still ended up in the chair for what felt like an eternity. Even better, I'd even waited a half hour for the opportunity.
The bloody shirt goes in the wash. The bloody ear goes to Urgent Care.
"You're going to feel a prick" said the doctor as she poked a needly containing a tetanus shot into my arm, "and then later you're going to feel like you got punched."
"Yeah, well I don't usually fight Mike Tyson."
"It won't hurt that bad!"
I explained that I was referring to the ear wound. File that joke under Humor For One.
All I wanted was a damn haircut - which, by the way, I never got. Three snips of scissors was apparently one too many.
I'm not bitter. Accidents happen. I just wish this particular one hadn't happened to me. I can't help wondering what the next person waiting for a haircut thought as he watched me bleed in the chair that would soon be his.
You have got to be kidding me.::::: | March 21, 2008 11:47 AM