I said in my previous post that I couldn't wait to hear all about my barber's prostate problems. Sadly, he was away on Saturday (maybe getting a probe, HA HA HA!) so I was forced to take my chances with a new person.
Well, I suppose, technically speaking, I wasn't FORCED to throw myself at the mercy of a stranger's sterilised cutting equipment. It's just that I was told (in vaguely threatening tones) that if I didn't want to wait then I could see the Bald Barber, and I strongly believe that a bald man cutting hair is about as trustworthy as a nudist designing clothes; with no real vested interest you're bound to end up with something shoddy. The last time I surrendered my head to a chrome dome, I was given my most absolutely terrible haircut ever in the history of haircuts; my head is quite square at the best of times, but I ended up looking like a Dick Tracy villain (check out poor Measles there) and lord knows I was possessed with the murderous rage of same when I looked in the mirror.
So instead I chose to wait and was greeted by an exquisite European specimen by the name of Anja. As she ran a delicate hand through my out-of-control coif, she commented in terse Germanic tones that I had "hair like her ex." Uh-oh.
She soon warmed up, however, and we fell into the usual conversation you have with people you are forced to spend brief periods of time with. We chatted about plans for the weekend, how our respective days have been, and what I do for a living. I always cringe slightly before answering the last one. Anja, though, was very receptive to hearing about my career, because she could totally relate:
Anja: Working with people all day is very challenging. And I have to make a lot of important decisions for people as well.
Me: Oh...really?
Anja: Well you know, I am dealing with people's lives when I cut their hair. It's not like you can change it once it's done.
While it was tempting to ask Anja if she had actually learned that hair, you know, GREW BACK, I decided not to. She was the one holding the scissors after all.
But JESUS CHRIST SOME PEOPLE ARE STUPID.