Fuck you Persian woman at Fantastic Sam’s
April 23rd, 2005I went to get a haircut at Fantastic Sam’s today…I know it’s not the fanciest of places to get a haircut, but they get the job done (well, most of it). This branch happens to be owned and run by a Persian couple, and today I had the pleasure of having the wife cut my hair.
She started by clipping the sides, and then the woman points to the top of my hair, mutters something, and then starts laughing. I didn’t exactly hear what she said, but I still laughed along. Then I actually wondered exactly what she was laughing about, since she did point to my head…so I said “what?”. Then she pointed to my head again and repeated what she had just aid: “top has nothing! do you still want me to cut it?”
Oh no you did’t.
Oh yes she did.
I stopped laughing laughing and told her coldly “cut it”. It might be thinning, but there’s still plenty of hair to cut.
I was ready to walk out and not pay, but unfortunately she had only cut the sides of my head, so I was sporting a bowl haircut. And…I wouldn’t have tipped her if she wasn’t watching over me as I signed the credit card bill.
Little did she know I ain’t ever returning to her Fantastic Sam’s. That’s right bitch…you ain’t ever seeing my $17 again.