Although in the morning of the 26th, we basically did homework and reading, in the afternoon, we (Dad and I) went out into town in search of a barber shop. My hair was becoming dangerously long, so we decided to have it cut. Dad's hair was kind of long too (for him). It was raining terribly that day, the kind of rain that is impossible not to hear. Puddles and water was everywhere.
At a place in town where we had been before, we saw a store right on the road in the same building as other stores, called, Hair Salon. It was closed.
On AroundMe, a program to show possible points of interest, we saw it say: Ingrid's Barber Shop. We came to the address, with the rain coming down hard on us as we got out. It was a little building made of painted white brick. We talked in, shivering, only to discover that she (Ingrid, an older blond haired lady) wouldn't take anyone unless they had an appointment. In other words, she had no room today and couldn't take us.
But something good did come from that rejection. Across the street, a radio shack was open. We came in and as I read about The Wrights, Dad talked with a guy about what he was having wrong with his gadget. (I honestly wasn't listening, to absorbed in my book.) When Dad told the guy,(Cole) the man recommended a hair shop on the same street as this, called Ashley's. We went down the street, parked in the side of much the same fashion as the former, and went in. A 20- 30 year old lady was smacking her gum and doing someone's hair. "Yeah, " she said through her gum filled mouth, "we're full."
We were disappointed, but I believe I would not have enjoyed having her as my hairdresser.
That was 3 barber shops already, we were ready to go back. But, we kept striving. Back on AroundMe, we went by a big Walmart building, looking for the shop. The GPS said we were right by it. Around and around we went, looking with every moment feeling like an hour. Finally, we stopped, and Dad called them. The person on the phone said that they were IN the Walmart. Well, that would explain a lot!
We walked in, and right in the entrance was Smartstyle Family Hair Shop. It was a little room, with bathing materials and barber chairs. A women welcomed us, got us sat down and a nice dark haired girl came to work on me.
"So, what do you want?" she asked in a bright, young voice. "Just a little (notice that word) trim, still having the same general shape and not changing much", I said. She may have said she would do that, but she didn't.
I did talk to her a little, she said her name was Melissa and I said mine was Andrew. I told her about the trip and she told me some good locations around here. I looked up, already seeing that too much had been cut off! I had been so interested in the conversation that I hadn't noticed! I didn't want to tell her stop though; I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
She said she was done, and she removed the cloak. I looked like my dad. Minus the bangs, I would have had the same hairdo as him! I couldn't even shake my hair! I was so mad at her, but I didn't want to be mean either. I hate this hairdo, but at least no one will see it. Only four people, and strangers who don't even know me. My grandparents and sisters saw photos and say it's good, but I hate it. Sorry Melissa, but I hate it.
Anyway, we came back, and went to a pizzeria, had good food, and then ended the night by watching the Alex Rider movie, the book I had just ended. I then slept soundly.
Be very, very specific when telling what haircut you want,
Andrew.
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