You know most of the international student always came back school with new hair cut. Either they don't trust the barbershop here or their parents forced them to do so. At the beginning of the summer vocation, I got a perfect haircut and ironed my hair so there are lovely curves on it. Then at the end of the vocation, it seems to be too long for my parents. As I expected, my father “advising” me to cut my hair a little bit shorter. I love my hair growing longer! It turned my horse faced head became more like a meatball… Apparently a smart meatball with hair growing on it. However, “parents know the best.” And so I went to the barbershop reluctantly.
I told the barber, a nice hair dude, to cut my hair just a tiny little bit. I supposed he had a nice day and said yes happily. I later realized the excites and the happiness came from the evil nature of that barber. After a long 20 mins, my hair shortened remarkably. It wasn't like this the first (pointing my hair). But like a bow tie tied upon my head. When I looked at the mirror, I thought there is a Disney Minnie Mouse in there. I should've learnt that never trust a barber’s measure system. I learnt something new, that barber, number 78, must be a huge Disney fan.
I told the barber, a nice hair dude, to cut my hair just a tiny little bit. I supposed he had a nice day and said yes happily. I later realized the excites and the happiness came from the evil nature of that barber. After a long 20 mins, my hair shortened remarkably. It wasn't like this the first (pointing my hair). But like a bow tie tied upon my head. When I looked at the mirror, I thought there is a Disney Minnie Mouse in there. I should've learnt that never trust a barber’s measure system. I learnt something new, that barber, number 78, must be a huge Disney fan.
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