My barber said recently a guy started coming in every day asking how many people were ahead of him but never came back to get a cut. The last time the barber told his assistant to follow him to see where he goes. The assistant returns and says, “To your house.”
I’m writing this from my wife’s hair salon. Well it’s not really her salon but it should be. She’s been going to this stylist since she was little. So as an adult she’s been once a month without fail. At 45 bucks a pop that’s approximately 15 grand. I know!
I go with her most of the time. I don’t really want to but she bribes me with the promise of a great dinner or lunch out. Dinner is the worst because that means we’re going to the outlet mall afterward.
She always promises to only go to one store which is a little white lie and we both know it. So I go. The more stores she goes to, the better the food will be. So I act like I’m irritated but really I’m thrilled! What can I say? I love a good dinner out.
Today won’t be as good as usual because we’re talking Heather’s Mom too, which means that no matter how many stores she visits, her Mom will choose the restaurant. No fair! Plus with two women shopping I know it’s going to take twice as long. I wonder if I can get away with sleeping in the car? I’m going to try. I’ll let you know.