Glam...that's the name of the shop I now go to to have my hair cut..and on my first visit there, I was pretty impressed by Eugene's cut and made up my mind that he'd be my new stylist...
A month later, when I went back there with R, N and Ollie to have my hair cut, he was busy so, I decided neh mind...I'll try this other lady ..who kinda fucked up my hair but according to the rest, it looked pretty ok so that was comforting and I soon forgot about it. Fast forward another month to last Monday and as I was told by N before, Eugene only works on weekends..so before I went over to Glam, I SMS'ed Nell to ask her who should I ask for since Eugene won't be there and she said "James..try him...." and I thought ok..that sounds pretty convincing since she was so sure about it......until...she said "I think he quite handsome...."
Now, I should have taken that as a sign but No...I thought to myself, how bad can it be right? I usually only hate my hair when it's too short and I end up looking like a retard. So I walked into Glam and asked for James. He waved and said he'll need 20 minutes before he can cut my hair so I walked to the chair and sat my ass down to wait. In the midst of me trying to kill time, I looked around to check out the other customers and who do I see standing a few chairs away cutting someone's hair? Eu-fucking-Gene! I was like WHAT THE?! So I shouted out to him "Wei! I thought you don't work on weekdays???" and that was when I found out that No, he now works all day and just to fuck things up even more, he was done with the cut and was just sweeping the floor...
Now, here's where I made my other mistake...I....did...not...ask for him to cut my hair...and why?? Because I felt bad for James the Hair Rapist...because freaking social ethics demands that I do not change my mind after requesting for James to rape my head. So I just sat there...staring at Eugene...casually sweeping the floor...like he had nothing else in the world to do..like he..was..so..free...to..cut..my..hair....and then I looked over at James..you know, to evaluate the situation..do I hurt his feelings? Will he mind? Will they fight? Will a brawl ensue? Will scissors and combs end up flying all over the shop as screams or utter horror and blood fill the room?...Will he be too busy to...oh wait, hang on...he's done! FUCK!
And he walked over..and apologized for the wait...and with that...my fate was sealed. I was about to be violated. The shears were out..the electric shaver...and the evil glint in his eyes made brighter by his bleached blonde hair. He commented to me.."So how you want it cut?" I replied slowly and clearly..."Not..so..short..please..." and he nodded and said "So, you mean like last time?" Without batting an eyelid, I said "yeah lo...."
Now, lets pause for a minute..."why..for the love of all things, did I just fucking say that?" To be honest, again, I did not want to hurt James ...I thought, hei, he thought he knew me..I shouldn't disappoint him..I should just let him think he knows me..who am I hurting by doing that right? No one...that's right...not a single soul! And so we went on with the charade...him pretending like he knew and remembered me..and me, pretending like he was the best hair stylist in the whole wide world..cutting my hair like he has done so for the past 30 years....
And bzzzt....bzzzt...bzzzt...he went on shaving..and I got worried when he started doing some funky ass shit with my sideburns so I twitched and asked him "err..why 'this time' so short ah?" and he started explaining to me why it had to be short in order to....bla bla bla...I stopped listening because I was just staring at my ever-shortening hair..and I looked around in desperation for Eugene..but he had gone upstairs...and I was alone..with Jason the I Can't Stop Shaving Your Head Stylist.
We then stopped for a while to have my hair washed and I comforted myself by saying...ok ok ..maybe with the wet look it wont be that bad..maybe, just maybe, it might even look good.....but alas...fate was not so kind. I am now officially a member of the Coneheads....I swear I will call ahead next time to check to see if Eugene's there or not before driving my stupid ass over. I paid up, thanked him for the hair cut...walked to my car to find, a parking summon stuck to the windscreen of my car...What a lovely way to end this ordeal.
For now, the plan is to minimize any outdoor activities and avoid all friends and co-workers. And pray that my hair grows enough by this weekend when I head over to D's place for his house warming party where I get to meet up with everyone. Happy days ahead