You glance at yourself quickly, going over to a conveniently nearby fountain. Besides looking ever-so cute, you think something else is amiss. Bringing a lock of hair over to your nose, you frown.
Strawberry Shampoo? Give me a break here!
You storm back into the salon, just in time to see the barber puffing on an after-lunch cigar. Tendrils of smoke waft around him.
"You.....", you struggle for words, completely overcome with rage. With a moment of consideration, you clear your throat, and at least try to sound as masculine as possible.
"Aww c'mon Mac, gimme a break here," the barber says. "You ain't my only customer ya know, got places ta go and all that good stuff."
He strides over to you, looking you up and down. Puffing on his cigar, he blows smoke right into your face.
Coughing and sputtering, your eyes water and tears stream out.
"Since I'm such a gentleman, I'll fix you right up, on da house."
He leads you back over the chair, taking the same amount of steps as the past two times, a regular sight almost.
"So Mac, what'll it be?"