I want dreads, I told the stylist.
You're an old white guy with pattern baldness, she responded.
You come highly recommended, I snarled. Do your best.
We have some in storage used only for chemo recipients.
How much?
I have to check with my boss.
How much? You get 20%.
$150.
I counted out eight twenty dollar bills. The extra ten is for trimming my eyebrows.
A week later I'm still getting used to them. Walked right into a pole. Women love dreads and trimmed eyebrows. You can smell the sexual tension when I enter a room.
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