Oh. Mah. Gaw. If Aliant was a dude, I'd so kick him in the nutsack right now. It took forever to finally get a connection (damn you, dial-up!), and once I did, I was booted off in about five minutes. No, less than that. I have an MSN witness! Now I just get the "name/password is invalid on the domain" message over and over and over again. If they were Mr. Creosote, I would so give them that last little "whaffer thin" morsel.
My regular hair-cuttin' lady is off on a short maternity leave, and I've been avoiding getting a cut for a few days anyway. So, I finally phoned today and made an appointment. They asked if I wanted anyone in particular, and I told them that since my regular gal was gone, it didn't really matter. So, She old me of this new guy, and told me all his openings today. I picked one, and that was that. Then, of course, you start wondering. The last male that may have cut my hair was a barber. This was at least 12 years ago. Since the place I go to is decidedly more spa-ish, I started wondering what my hair dude would be like. Gay? Very possible. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Trendy? Maybe. Artsy? Most likely. A man's man? Prrrrobably not. Just a normal dude? Perhaps. So, I get there right on time. He seems to work slow, and didn't get to me 'til about 15 minutes after my slot time. S'OK. I was in no rush. He had hair which was coloured crookedly. Like, one side was black, and one bleach-blonde, but the dividing line up the middle was angled. Little long mini wisps of hair down the back. Hmm, I thought. Hard to tell. The gaydar wasn't going off. Thick-rim glasses. Thick hands... not the feathery type you flail in the air when talking. I was a bit nervous about the impending cut... would he botch it? Could I explain how it's usually cut? I stopped to ask him how much was coming off the back once, but I told him I trusted him to make it look alright, since he'd have an objective opinion of how it looked. Long story short, we chatted about a crapload of stuff. The area where I live (which is near where he grew up), Newfoundland (and how his grandpa made the roads to L'Anse aux Meadows), how his ma's a teacher, too, school, local music (he's in a local band I know about), stuff like that. He was pretty chill. Laid-back and just the right amount of chatty. Not negative or full of life complaints, either, which is great. One gal there is hard on the head like an anvil, the way she goes on. Anyway, dude was OK, and so was the cut. There are a couple of missed hairs to trim around the ears (gad, I hate that), the back isn't squared off quite the way it usually is, and he left the 'burns a little thick, but s'all good all-in-all.
A squash date has been set. No goin' back now. Saturday at 2:15 is good for The Eradicator.
I started writing this when Aliant kicked me off. It's still being a netbitch. Dang you, Aliant! Now I have to post this later, and I can't do the stuff I wanted to do! Grrrr.
It is now the next day. I had to give up on this last night. No connectin' possible. Oh, I wish even more that I could have high-speed at home, now. At any rate, I now find myself copying and pasting this from a text file into blogger before the grade 1 kiddies come down for tech. Oh, the dedication!
My regular hair-cuttin' lady is off on a short maternity leave, and I've been avoiding getting a cut for a few days anyway. So, I finally phoned today and made an appointment. They asked if I wanted anyone in particular, and I told them that since my regular gal was gone, it didn't really matter. So, She old me of this new guy, and told me all his openings today. I picked one, and that was that. Then, of course, you start wondering. The last male that may have cut my hair was a barber. This was at least 12 years ago. Since the place I go to is decidedly more spa-ish, I started wondering what my hair dude would be like. Gay? Very possible. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Trendy? Maybe. Artsy? Most likely. A man's man? Prrrrobably not. Just a normal dude? Perhaps. So, I get there right on time. He seems to work slow, and didn't get to me 'til about 15 minutes after my slot time. S'OK. I was in no rush. He had hair which was coloured crookedly. Like, one side was black, and one bleach-blonde, but the dividing line up the middle was angled. Little long mini wisps of hair down the back. Hmm, I thought. Hard to tell. The gaydar wasn't going off. Thick-rim glasses. Thick hands... not the feathery type you flail in the air when talking. I was a bit nervous about the impending cut... would he botch it? Could I explain how it's usually cut? I stopped to ask him how much was coming off the back once, but I told him I trusted him to make it look alright, since he'd have an objective opinion of how it looked. Long story short, we chatted about a crapload of stuff. The area where I live (which is near where he grew up), Newfoundland (and how his grandpa made the roads to L'Anse aux Meadows), how his ma's a teacher, too, school, local music (he's in a local band I know about), stuff like that. He was pretty chill. Laid-back and just the right amount of chatty. Not negative or full of life complaints, either, which is great. One gal there is hard on the head like an anvil, the way she goes on. Anyway, dude was OK, and so was the cut. There are a couple of missed hairs to trim around the ears (gad, I hate that), the back isn't squared off quite the way it usually is, and he left the 'burns a little thick, but s'all good all-in-all.
A squash date has been set. No goin' back now. Saturday at 2:15 is good for The Eradicator.
I started writing this when Aliant kicked me off. It's still being a netbitch. Dang you, Aliant! Now I have to post this later, and I can't do the stuff I wanted to do! Grrrr.
It is now the next day. I had to give up on this last night. No connectin' possible. Oh, I wish even more that I could have high-speed at home, now. At any rate, I now find myself copying and pasting this from a text file into blogger before the grade 1 kiddies come down for tech. Oh, the dedication!
posted by Steve | 8:51 am
3 Comments:
Sounds like he has the same haircut as my little sister...
The lack of high speed concerns me. Can you get it through cable there? What about satellite? I would die on the dialup. Hell, I'm so impatient, even high speed isn't fast enough for me sometimes!!
So, will you be seeing your new guy for your next 'do? Not that there's anything wrong with that!! hahaha! A good hairstylist is hard to find.
Yes, some places on PEI have cable high speed, with Eastlink. They just don't run it up our road. We can get TV cable from them, just not 'net cable. Friggers. High speed service from Aliant is all around us, and even way more out in the country... just not up our road. Friggers. There is wireless high speed, but we may be juuuust out of its service area. I've emailed the guy who runs the company a couple of times about the signal (which he asked me to do), but he hasn't returned my last two emails. Frigger. We could get satellite, but set-up and monthly costs are too expensive. Friggin' satellites. I oughtta Wide Mouth 'em!
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