Monday, January 12, 2009

True story.

Once, I went to a hair cutting place in which the hair cutter people (stylists?) were for the most part non-native English speakers. I am terrible about never getting my hair cut regularly, I only go when my hair gets so long that I can't comb it properly anymore. This has to frustrate the person who is cutting my hair, as I'm sure it's difficult to determine how I normally have it cut.

"Ok, so what are we doing," my hair cutter person asked.

"Well, I think I'd like to go with a Caesar cut," I replied.

"Ok, well, do you want the caesar all over, or do you want to do the cleeper on the sides?"

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