Wednesday, May 11, 2005 It's when one's calves and ankles are roughly the same size, and it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins
Point: When people come by themselves to get haircuts, they are usually so frightened that they are polite, but when they bring a crew, they get bold, and I hate it. It seems like every time two or more people come in together, they arrive late and act sassy. Today three dudes got in a fight with me about what time one of their appointments was. I said one time, they said another, later time. They said that when they'd missed their appointments the day before and rescheduled, I'd said the later time. I said, "No, I didn't." It went back and forth, and I'd tell you how it ended, but it's boring, and it doesn't matter, and I'm home now.
Counterpoint: Later on today, I was doing a load of towels, when I heard one stylist say to another, "She's got cankles!"
I got to pop out of the back room and yell, "Who's got cankles?" I've never gotten to do that on any other job in my life.
I had a good time today. I'm on the all coffee and pastry diet.
Did y'all know it's still Spring? posted by Frenz | 5/11/2005 12:21:00 AM
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