The Miss Adventures of Edward Fox: Getting a hair cut
By: Edward Fox, Free News Agent Syndicate
It was a beautiful Saturday morning that I got out
of bed to go to the barber shop. I needed to get a hair cut really fast so I
could make the matinee show at the theaters. Darn the luck, my alarm clock did
not go off and I found my self running late. I jumped in my car; the
destination was to the closet barber shop in my city. In the process, I had
slammed my right knee on the edge of the door as I was running out. As soon as
I arrived limping to the front entrance, I noticed a large crowd of people
inside waiting. It struck me as a surprise to see so many people waiting in
line to get a hair cut that day. To make matters worst, I found out that my
favorite barber Al was out on vacation (Al was the only barber I really
trusted cutting my hair). I waited 1 hour and ½ before a barber even
began to cut my hair. The person cutting my hair was a new employee. He was an
old man caring a thick brown beard and looked like a rummy. I could smell the alcohol in
his breath; I should have left but decided to give him a chance. The part of
the hair cut process that I hated the most was noticing the other people
waiting, where starring at me. Some of them looked mad, angry or would give me
dirty looks. Some of the on-lookers would even begin to laugh uncontrollably. I
found this to be very uncomfortable. No sooner than later, the barber finished
cutting my hair. Ohh no, had I known that his right
hand shakes excessively and he had been drinking a lot, I would have never sat
on the barber’s chair. I came out with a bunch of bald spots on my head. The
only tip I gave the barber was to ease down on the rum. I did not make it to
the movie matinee and had a bad hair cut as a result.
[EDITOR’S
NOTE: Although many a man has been victimized at the hands of a mediocre
barber, this story is thankfully counterfeit. Foxy does want to point out that
‘rummy’ is slang for someone who has no business behind a barber’s chair
because he or she is excessively buzzed on something that isn’t life!]