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Um...yeah, I'll start.
A few days ago I went to get a haircut on the Air Force Base where I work, and the sweetest little old lady called my number. I sat down in the chair, swiveled to face the mirror, and saw that she had the biggest smile on her face. "Now aren't you a handsome one," she stated loudly, running her wrinkly fingers through my hair.
"That's what they tell me," I replied, and I immediately shifted my eyes downward when I noticed in the mirror that the other patrons were glancing my way.
"Oh my," she gasped. I looked up worriedly. "You just have the thickest hair I've ever felt. It's so beautiful."
I felt myself blush. "Thank you, ma'am," was all I could say in reply.
Finally she asked, "How would you like your hair cut today?" I relayed the specifications to her and hoped for the process to be over quickly.
She went to work, carrying on about me the entire time. Never once did she ask any questions about me; instead, every comment was in reference to my looks, my voice, my eyes...I didn't even realize that with every passing comment I had shifted so lower and lower into my seat until the increasingly-inappropriate elderly stylist was forced to pump the seat an inch or two higher.
Finally, the moment that couldn't have arrived any sooner was upon me: my haircut was complete. We walked to the counter while the woman continued to articulate just how incredible I looked. I kept my eyes averted from the other patrons as I rummaged through my wallet for the appropriate amount plus tip.
The gratuity was certainly the tipping point. The woman's eyes began to glisten with tears of joy at the sight of my small generosity. "Th-thank you so, so much, young man," she choked out. "You were just so wonderful. I could kiss you for your kindness. Bless you. Have a blessed day." I nodded in thanks and slowly turned around to head out the door, even while she was still gushing over me.
That's when I saw it. To my dismay, almost half the Air Force tech school students from the class that I teach at night were there as well, waiting for their turn with this woman. None of them could keep a straight face, especially since the old lady at the counter was still carrying on rather loudly about me. If I had my wits about me, I could have quipped something like "Good luck" or "You're next" to the young Airmen. Unfortunately, my nerves were completely shot with this unending onslaught of mind-boggling praise.
My students, of course, are also now relentless in their attempts to make sure that I don't live this event down. I am at their mercy.
Until next time, kooky old lady.
Um...yeah, I'll start.
A few days ago I went to get a haircut on the Air Force Base where I work, and the sweetest little old lady called my number. I sat down in the chair, swiveled to face the mirror, and saw that she had the biggest smile on her face. "Now aren't you a handsome one," she stated loudly, running her wrinkly fingers through my hair.
"That's what they tell me," I replied, and I immediately shifted my eyes downward when I noticed in the mirror that the other patrons were glancing my way.
"Oh my," she gasped. I looked up worriedly. "You just have the thickest hair I've ever felt. It's so beautiful."
I felt myself blush. "Thank you, ma'am," was all I could say in reply.
Finally she asked, "How would you like your hair cut today?" I relayed the specifications to her and hoped for the process to be over quickly.
She went to work, carrying on about me the entire time. Never once did she ask any questions about me; instead, every comment was in reference to my looks, my voice, my eyes...I didn't even realize that with every passing comment I had shifted so lower and lower into my seat until the increasingly-inappropriate elderly stylist was forced to pump the seat an inch or two higher.
Finally, the moment that couldn't have arrived any sooner was upon me: my haircut was complete. We walked to the counter while the woman continued to articulate just how incredible I looked. I kept my eyes averted from the other patrons as I rummaged through my wallet for the appropriate amount plus tip.
The gratuity was certainly the tipping point. The woman's eyes began to glisten with tears of joy at the sight of my small generosity. "Th-thank you so, so much, young man," she choked out. "You were just so wonderful. I could kiss you for your kindness. Bless you. Have a blessed day." I nodded in thanks and slowly turned around to head out the door, even while she was still gushing over me.
That's when I saw it. To my dismay, almost half the Air Force tech school students from the class that I teach at night were there as well, waiting for their turn with this woman. None of them could keep a straight face, especially since the old lady at the counter was still carrying on rather loudly about me. If I had my wits about me, I could have quipped something like "Good luck" or "You're next" to the young Airmen. Unfortunately, my nerves were completely shot with this unending onslaught of mind-boggling praise.
My students, of course, are also now relentless in their attempts to make sure that I don't live this event down. I am at their mercy.
Until next time, kooky old lady.
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