of all the days,
my barber decided to be sick.
not having your barber is the worse.
you grow to appreciate his way of doing your hair.
i needed to find someone in the shop that could create the same masterpieces.
i looked like a wolf.
i had insane amounts of hair on my face.
i saw him motion to me that he was free.
i guess this wolf will do…
he was short,
kind of stocky,
and had these pearly white teeth.
he also had a bluetooth in his ear.
i didn’t know people still did “that”.
then it hit me.
it was strong too.
made my nose flare up….
… this dude’s breath smelled like dookie on the rocks!!!!
worst part was,
he was talking on the phone.
i think i broke records today for “longest time of inhale”.
i tried to put my hand to my nose.
even my phone.
i caught myself about to throw up.
when he finally reclined me to use the razor,
i damn near gasped like i was underwater for close to 5 minutes!
i know he was looking at me like “WTF”.
i would have returned the favor.
when he was done,
i was satisfied with his work.
i gave him a tip:
naw i’m playing.
i tipped him 5 and was on my way.
did he not know his breath was bad?
it made me wonder about my breath.
i would hate to be talking to someone and violating their whole nostril situation.