So let me start my story by saying there is this crazy man that is always hanging around my apartment...and when I say crazy man, I mean a strange man who is always dressed like he is going to work in a bank, does not speak very much english, but loves to tell me..."hello teacher, you so pretty." He is always drinking everytime I see him, talking about random bullshit that makes no sense, and is always telling me he loves his country, and welcome home teacher. My friends and I pander him, and I even gave him 5 pesos one day to help him buy a beer. This is that guy....you know, that guy that everyone knows, and they just laugh at his outrangishness....
So needless to say I was quite shocked when I walked into get a hair cut and he was the hairstylist!!!! OMG, I wanted to walk out, but he started to amuse me....so curious adventurous Holly that I am thought...well what is the worst things that could happen. If I end up with a strange sort of Dominican styled mullet, well I could always shave my head......so I decided to sit in his chair, and that is when the aventure began!!!!
So the man proceeded to do what appeared to be rituals...folding and re-folding the towels, picking every single hair off his counter by hand, taking deep breathes over and over again, and walking around my chair looking at my head, as if he was about to preform brain surgery. As I sat in his chair, which he called his "throne of edward scissor hand," I could not seem to get my look of, "OMG this guy is a freaking joke," off my face...so this lady walked over and proceeded to inform me that hi guy worked at Paul Mitchell's salon, and that he was "a hair artist." So once again, I was so intrigued I just had to stay and watch the show...even though my hair was about to be one of the main characters!!! So then he says in his broken English, "hair have feeling, it has face and cry and happy too." I said in Spanish....You can speak in spanish, I speak spanish....and he said again in his broken english, "no no no teacha, I wanta try speaka english wit chu." So I said fine....whatever. Then he proceeded to talk about hair having a face and it can smile or be sad, etc etc etc...but then he took the end of my hair and started to brushed it all over his face..he said..."u hair is so so angry!" I was like WHAT...so he told me in spanish that my hair was angry and needed to put cut because it lost its soul...I was like ok, I am out of here. So just as I was about to leave, he said...sory, did I scare you..and I said uh...YEAH!!! So he said, let me cut your hair...so he did and it turned out pretty cute....
Anyway, I had to share my story with everyone...it was too funny!!!
So hope everyone is doing well...chat later.
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