So I'm getting a haircut

My regular barber was way too busy to fit me in today. Which was fine. I just went down the street to a Supercuts which has offered up satisfactory service in the past. Usually I enjoy the Supercuts experience, there are usually young beautiful women waiting there to cut your hair and take all of your tip money.

Not today.... Today there were haggardly old women working at the Supercuts. I was wondering if the recent downturn in the economy has seen all of the younger more human ones go away, due to lack of hours or seniority. I didn't really know how to ask the question without being rude..."So where did all the hot chicks go?" So I sat there quietly and thumbed a Maxim.

Right before it was my turn this 30 something Indian woman came in to work her shift. I was to be her first hair-cut of the day, and she didn't really look....awake. I was in a rush and I'm actually quite an agreeable person, so I didn't mind that she was waking up on the clock so long as we got the job done.

As I'm explaining to her my intentions for my hair, she took the reigns. I never know what I really want anyway. Usually when it's one of the younger broads we just flirt and talk for a bit, and then they decide what looks best on my head. Although they ask me questions about the hair along way and we come to some sort of mutual agreement toward the finish line.

With this lady whose name was something like Zuta or something like that, it was going to be a different affair entirely. She told me how it was going to be, and what was going to be done and where to put my feet. When I slouched, or even attempted a conversation she let it be known that we were having none of that.

And I kind of liked it. I liked her controlling ways. I guess I'm more submissive than I thought. At the end of it all I didn't even like the hair cut, but I liked how I was treated.

I left there wet and pleased. I even tipped her. Thanks Zuta (?) for letting me know that I like to be handled.

My Mom reads my blog everyday

Everyday since March 20th my Mom has been reading my blog. She is my most consistent reader and I love her very much.

So I'm writing this because I know it will make her smile. But she doesn't get off that easy. Here's a picture I took of her in her favorite reading chair.

love you...