Monday, January 31, 2005 missed connections
On Saturday, I had a long day at the beauty parlor, because the person who was supposed to work in the afternoon called out sick. I agreed to stay, although I know by now that the beauty parlor on a Saturday is only fun for the first six hours. After that, I feel like i'm just repeating myself.
Right around 3:00, at the beginning of that seventh hour, a man walked up to the desk. I said my big line, "Hi, do you have an appointment?" I'd said that about 90 times that day. He said, "Yes, at 3:00."
"What's your name?"
The man looked at me, and he said, "Son of Neckbone."
"Son of Neckbone, huh?" I said, and began to look in the appointment book.
Then he told me whatever his real name was, I said, "Have a seat," and then he got a haircut. Later he paid, and I fought and won against the urge to say, "So, what's your damage?" I didn't care.
No. I kid. I did care, and I care to this day. What was he getting at? I searched in Google, and it turns out that the phrase is the title of a Beastie Boys song. However, the song is instrumental, so there are no clues hidden in the lyrics. Why are people so weird? Was he trying to speak my language?
I knew these two dudes in highschool who would drive around and yell out at people, "Excuse me, you dropped something!" except instead of "something" they would say a specific, improbable item. "Excuse me, you dropped your Earth, Wind, and Fire box set." "Excuse me, you dropped your boobs."
When people would turn instinctively to look, the dudes would yell, "Neckbone!"
I was tempted to ask the man in the beauty parlor if he knew these dudes, but I figured he didn't. If anyone reading thise could begin to guess what the guy meant, or knows someone who habitually refers to himself as "Son of Neckbone" for entertainment purposes, plz advise.
posted by Frenz | 1/31/2005 01:27:00 AM
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