Well, I was driving once again through my hallowed hometown of Blue Springs, MO. I believed I mentioned earlier that Blue Springs is otherwise known as God's Country. A bedroom community second-to-none. Except for maybe Lee's Summmit. Also Lenexa. And then there's Overland Park...But never Independence, never ever Independence. People die there.
Anyways, I was cruising along in my corvette. Top was down. My hair was gently rustling about in the wind. My attitude was solid, and my destination was unknown. I was just out for a spin about the town...That's when I noticed something. Are all beauty school students life rejects, or is it just me?
Hey look. Like I said, I'm not one to judge. I rely on the beauty and haircut industry a good 5-6 times a year. But I was passing by the local beauty school and it just so happend to be break time, and the ladies were convening outside. You should've seen this motley crue genome rejects. We had the girl with the bobbed lezbo hair. We had the overweight female with the seemingly unrelentless attitude. We had the older lady just now pursuing the dream. And then there was hot girl. Hot girl most likely had been impregnated at least 3 times. She looked all of 19.
My point here is not to say, "Hey look at these rejects," point and laugh and go on about your day. But it's to bring about an awareness of the hairdresser industry. Sure some have visions of styling hair for movie stars and musicians. Some simply want to be the best at their craft and excel at the highest standards possible. But lets face it here. Some were just too dumb to get into college. Some made terrible life decisions involving their vagina at age 16, and yet still others lack the resources to get just a little bit farther along in life. Hey its no knock. We've all got to make a living somehow.
But lets examine a typical conversation between a typical hair dresser and me as the I sit down in the chair, just after she half chokes me with that little white scarf tissue thingy:
Hairdresser: So, what are we gonna do today?
Me: haircut
Hairdresser: So, what are you out doing today?
Me: Getting my haircut
Hairdresser: It sure is a beautiful day out today.
Me: Yep.
Hairdresser: Ohhh, look who's getting a few gray hairs!
Me: I hate my life.
Hairdresser: How do you want to do your sideburns?
Me: I'll handle it later.
Hairdresser: Okay, all done...that'll be $13.
Me: I have a coupon...See ya in 2 months.
Let's be clear here. You don't exactly have to have the knowledge of intimate astro-physics theory to be able to cut hair. At least not mine anyways. I don't know, just a few thoughts...Hey, who am I kidding, if it weren't for hairdressers, who would be willing to put their boob on our shoulders? We men need that stuff.
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