SOCIETAL SURPRISE: So there I am, making my way to the barber for a hair cut. I enjoy this time. I make a little small talk with the barber, but for the most part we both keep quiet while he performs his craft and I enjoy the soft buzz of the electric clippers. But every so often, TODAY, I found myself in a verbal mental fencing match with an old amputee in an attempt to get him to just shut up. It started off as usual with the opponent listening in and adding to a conversation with which he was not a part of, at least it appeared that way from my point of view, but I like to be fair. Let's step into the psycho's shoes for a bit today. I can imagine sitting there, in the barber shop with what appears to be an already freshly shorn head. So I (the psycho) am lonely, sad as that may be, and looking for prey and thinking about going down town for a quicky from one of the local ladies of the night/day, and possibly eating the doughnut I have squished in my pocket and BAM!!! In comes this guy who just wants a friggin hair cut. He doesn't look like he will be disturbed by my pointing my nubb at him while joining in on his two person conversation with the barber. Well as shallow as it may seem, I really wasn't upset, but it was the timing. And timing, along with some content, bad breath, and the missing limbs, is really makes this so "One Flew Over..." . Nothing I could do or say, be it a digressing tone to end a conversation, to actually saying, "Ok then, I am all out of words" would shut this ass up. He actually followed me out of the shop and too my vehicle where I left him talking to the spot I was parked in after I backed out and pulled away. Holy shit, I am so glad I met this guy today. I was running out of funny stuff to blog about.
Love,
Me
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