Supercuts

I am a creature of habit. I know what works and what doesn't. I don't stray too far off the beaten path because I do not like the unknown. When I go to a familiar restaurant, I'll eat the same thing over and over because I know what I'm getting and I will leave there happy. I buy the same kind of car over and over because I know what I'm getting and won't be disappointed. I get my hair cut by the same girl because I know what I'm getting and I won't leave the shop with a perm I didn't ask for.

Could you only imagine the dismay on my face when I roll to Supercuts to find my girl tied up for 2 1/2 hours? 2 1/2 hours because she is doing some kind of gay frosty highlights on some guy. Some guy who isn't a year under 50.

This asswipe has my girl tied up so he can look like Mark McGrath. This dude had some kind of shower cap on, but it looked more like a tightly applied medical helmet that only wrapped the sides of his head. The top of the scull was bare and open. It looked as though he was being prepped for a lobotomy.

I wanted to walk over with a soup ladle, pull his scull up and dig in for some warm chili.

My routine, has been altered. Do you remember what Rainman looked like while he walked outside that ladys house because he was late for his date with the Peoples Court? Could you see Carl pacing back and forth in the lobby of Supercuts saying......"oh no.....oh no.......yeeaahh, this definately isn't good.....yeeeaahhh definately not good."

The Apocalypse was upon me.