Great Clips, Poor Conversation
Friday after work, I decided it was about that time. Time to get a haircut. Unlike some friends of mine, I really don’t like to spend much for a haircut, so I’m always looking for short lines at Great Clips, Fiesta, and Saturday’s. There’s actually a bit of a Bermuda Triangle with these three options all within a half mile of each other on Sawmill, near where I live.
So on Friday, I went to Great Clips. And when it was my turn, and the woman called my name, I thought everything was going to be fine. Everything seemed fairly normal with her. I’m actually always on the lookout for psycho haircutters, because I’ve had some less than stellar experiences with an employee at Saturday’s. But this woman seemed cool.
She asked me how I’d like my hair cut and then she started working the magic with the scissors and clippers. But it was awkwardly silent. So I decided to make an effort and talk. If you know me, you know I’m not exactly smooth in coversation. But I can’t take all the blame for this failed human to human communication.
Me: “So, do you have anything fun planned for the weekend?”
Miss Cutter: “This band I like is playing in Columbus, and they usually only play in my hometown.”
Me: “Oh ya? And where is your hometown?”
Miss Cutter: “It’s about an hour away, near Newark.”
Me: “So… do you live in Columbus now? You don’t drive an hour to work everyday do you?”
Miss Cutter: “No. I commute.”
Me: “Well that’s got to get expensive with the cost of gas now, right?”
A slightly offended Miss Cutter: “No.”
(Silence) (Silence) (Silence)
(6 minutes later)
Miss Cutter: “And, what are you doing this weekend?”