The hottest destination in my home town isn't a bar, the newest
hot-wing place or even in front of a 7-11. The place people are lined
up for on a Sunday morning is Supercuts. As TOR readers know, I
obviously get the appeal of a cheap haircut and can always appreciate
it being done by a bubble-gym chewing guidette but to line up for
thirty minutes before it opens ok a Sunday morning seem ludicrous.
There are literally five people at 9:15AM waiting to get in, including
some fur wearing Jewish mother, a chubby townie, a dude who looks like
he could work at OfficeMax, a woman with one of the worst haircuts I
have ever seen and a bald dude who I can only presume is there to get
his scalp massaged
Maybe there is something to that hot-chick cutting hair for cheap
business model after-all.
Another dude just showed up, looks to be about 75 years old and pumped
full of Viagra
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