Tired of playing angry birds since morning, I remembered that I needed a shave and haircut. It has been over 47 days and counting..
At the first sight, the barber contorted his face, he hadn’t expected. He knew this wasn’t going to be another normal haircut (I mean the regular way, sprinking water, then trimming off with a comb and a pair of scissors, working smoothly etc.)
He pulled out a drawer from under a desk, took a bit bigger pair of scissors and went on a demolition derby on my head. He was “snipping my locks” without mercy and at random angles. I was noticing all of this, but didnt care much. Except for the occasional pricking pain at my hair roots, there wasnt much to care about. He didnt use the comb till the end. When he finally did take the comb, he raked down a ball of hair off my head, about the size of my face.
I was scared out of my wits!
Had I gone bald??? I was starting to dream about horrible scenes of my friends making fun of me, right when the mirror told me that my hair was shorter than I had asked for. Thats all. I wasnt bald! phew.. Like a load had been taken off my chest..
P.S. Throughout the exercise till the end, I could feel his frustrated breath on my neck. 🙂