Math is Hard
Monday, July 26, 2004
Well since I've moved into a different part of town I've had to adjust to visiting all of the local stores and hot spots for buying things and being hot. There are two major competing grocery stores across the street from eachother. They are both pretty expensive because I think they fire food into the competetor's parking lot from their cannons late at night with coupons attached for only their store. The waste of food is passed on to you, the consumer. I think they also launch teenaged baggers over for really good coupons. I imagine a can of soup would cost $5 if they let baggers take out life insurance policies.
Another place I had to figure out was a new haircut place. I had no loyalties to the place I had gone to before and it was further away so I did not really care which place I was going to say "Cut it really short" to. After searching the phone book (i.e. google local because the phone company hates us for not getting a landline) I found a major chain that was right down the street.
I walked into the hair store and there were children running everywhere! There were little girls running in circles pretending to be airplanes making airplane sounds with their mouths. One girl was putting hair gel in another girl's eyes and she was screaming. As I was watching the scene I heard a small voice say, "Hi, how can we help you today?" I looked around for the source of the voice but all I could see was a tiny girl standing on a stool staring up at me with her hands perched at the keyboard.
After much quizical staring she repeated herself. She used her nubby fingers to type my information in. After that she called over one of the girls that was pretending to be an airplane. She grabbed my hand and led me to a chair. From this point on, my hair was in the hands of a child. She gave a very good haircut, however, the accompanied converstation ironically made my hair try to unglue itself and run into the trash can.
The questions began immediatly at rapid fire as if she was reading them off of a notecard. "So are you working today?" "Is your job hard?" "What do you do?" "Do you like it?" "Do you live here?" "Is it hard?" "Is college hard?" "Where did you go to college?" "I heard it was hard there. All of my friends failed out there." "Did you like it?" "I wouldn't want to be a teacher. It would be too stressful." "Wouldn't it be nice to make money for doing nothing?" "So are you working today? Oh yeah I asked that hehe!"
I had a lot of trouble thinking of ways to dumb-down my job for her so I just said I worked at McDonalds. That job was probably still too hard for her. She probably thought I was her age and I could be her sugar daddy so she could come to McDonalds and get free food and happy meal toys whenever she needed them.
The search for a new haircut place continues next month...
posted by Ghengis @ 8:00 PM,
