This is why.
Scene: 10:30 at night, a dimly lit Miami apartment.
Laura: Hey, I want you to cut my hair.
Me, tooth brush in mouth: Uhh mhh isshhh lllahhhhhttt
Laura: I don't care, I really need a hair cut.
I walk to bathroom, spit out foam.
Me: Laura, I've had a beer, it's 10:30. This is a really bad idea.
Laura: No it's not, it's easy, you'll do fine.
Me: Ok, whatever. Let me grab the scissors.
10 minutes later. Laura is looking intently at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Laura, hesitantly: Well, it's not atrocious.
Me, frantically: I told you it was a bad idea!
1 comment:
sounds like you need a professional to visit you! :-D
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