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November 30, 2004
Tritely Put: An Era Has Ended
Last night when I climbed into bed I was not alone. Nope.
My cat was there. She stayed there all night. She gave up ripping off the face of the cold air exhange and sleeping in the HYAC (that Heating Ventilation and Air Conditioning for all you non-former HVAC installation types) ducts. The streak is over. Done, and I hope she realizes the error of her former ways.
I'm not sure why she does it, and it really doesn't bother me, except for the fact that I feel compelled to put the face back every day.
Yesterday also brought other good news for me. Yes. I visited the psychic barber. He's always an ego boost. Plus he gives a decent haircut for $8.10.
I walked into his shop and saw him there looking old an frail as usual, but it seemed for lunch he had something with mustard instead of pizza as usual - the corners of his mouth were caked with yellow. this change in diet may have caused his misfire, "How's the girlfriend?"
No girlfriend. We broke up.
Oh, that's too bad. She doesn't know what she's missing.
I broke up with her. She begged me to keep her.
What? A good looking guy like you with no girlfriend? It doesn't make sense...
(note: give him at least a dollar tip)
...And a nice personality too. (note: If any more potentially sarcastic pharases come from his mouth reduce tip)
Later on he stopped in the middle of the haircut with his ego boosting psychic stuff in full gear, "I see a couple ladies coming your way. Really nice looking ones."
(keep it coming) Really?
Yeah. I see a redhead. Do you know a redhead?
No.
Strawberry blonde?
(I must know at least one) Yeah.
You guys are going to get together soon. But I see a problem. You're not sure about it. There's somethings you like about her, but there's something you don't like about her.
(Humor the guy, Brian) Yeah. I think I know who you're talking about.
Well, I see you together. She really likes you, but you can't rush it, it'll take about six months.
(I lost it here. Come on psychic barber I don't come here for that kind of crap and a good, cheap haircut.) Six months? What? that's a long time.
Don't worry. In the meantime you're going to get together with another girl. Real pretty, with dark hair. Not black, but darker than yours. Maybe the strawberry blonde's girlfriend. Does she have a girlfriend with dark hair?
(I assume he meant old-timey type girlfriend, but I wasn't sure if my made-up friend with red/strawberry blonde hair should have a friend with dark hair.) I'm not sure. She might.
You should ask her. Next time you see her ask her, 'hey do you have a girlfriend with dark hair?'
Sure psychic barber, that's just the way to get with a girl, date her friends. Even I know better than that.
Posted by calculatoronfire at November 30, 2004 12:34 PM
Comments
But if the psychic barber said it... it must be okay...
Posted by: Fate's Fool at November 30, 2004 01:23 PM
You do have a point there.
He's psychic. How could he be wrong?
Truth be told he gave me a tip on how to best stare at the ladies so as to make them want me last time. I haven't used the technique because it seemed creepy to me. Maybe it would have worked and I am totally wrong not to trust him.
Posted by: brian at November 30, 2004 01:43 PM