Boys….
On Monday I got totally fed up with my hair and went to the salon in the building where I work over lunch and got it cut. Dude did a wonderful job, I had fabulous hair. I might just go back to him… This was no trim…I’m the kind of person who gets my hair cut like, twice a year. Until I find a fabulous stylist, (the past 2 fabulous ones deserted me) I just don’t want to be bothered, nor do I want to cough up the cash. There is no way in hell I’m going to Supercuts either, a $5 haircut shows. So Dude cut off like close to 6 inches of hair. When I got up in the morning, all that crap hair was in a ponytail. After lunch, my hair just covers my ears. Needless to say, this was a noticable difference. It took a while before people at work lifted their heads out of their asses to see the fabulous hair, but once they did, they were shocked and pleased. The compliments flowed. As well they should, I have great hair when someone other than myself styles it.
Cut to the train station where I’m waiting at the doors to the platform holding my hat despite the FRACKING COLD weather. Yo Master D approaches, says nothing… the whole time on the train I’m primping (and I am NOT one to primp) he’s sleeping soundly. We get home, he scurries off to do some work. Not a word is mentioned about the new hair.
Cut to Tuesday… That morning my hair routine is cut in half due to the lack of hair. He puts on his coat, says nothing about the hair, we go off to work…Back home after work he still says nothing…
Cut to today… STILL no mention of the fabulous new hair!!
However, I discovered that there are murmerings of The Police playing at Wrigley this summer I must go no matter the cost. Yo Master D OWES ME…
This evening…
Me: So I heard today that the Police might come play some shows at Wrigley Field in July.
Him: Really?
Me: I figure since it’s been 3 days and you haven’t noticed my new hair you owe me tickets if they come to town.
Him: I noticed!
Me: But you said nothing.
Him: I didn’t want to get in trouble.
Me: WHAT?! All you had to say was, “did you do something different with your hair?”
Boys…. But at least now I’m guaranteed tickets to The Police should they come to Chicago.
