When I leave, I begin to head back home when look to my left and see a hair salon across the street. I remembered that my hair was fairly long and I knew my uncle wouldn't approve so I decided to cross the street and head in, even though it was for women. As I walk in, all of the ladies in the salon turn toward me and stare for a short while. Some of their mouths open a little, but I don't try to notice them. One of the stylists greets me at the front.
"Hi there, what do you need today?" she asks, seeming concerned about something.
"Hi, my hair has gotten pretty long and I just need a haircut. Something really modern that every guy wears," I respond. It's funny, I began to feel hair brush up against my shoulder, but looking around, I notice that it is my own, which I guess makes sense. I did let it get pretty long.
Her worried expression disappeared as I was talking. "Okay! I can take you right here at this seat." I went to sit down. "What I am going to do is take your long, unruly hair and buzz it on the sides and style it on top." She then began to do the cut. "What brings you here in that nice suit?"
"Well, I needed to get something from the thrift shop and I couldn't find it. I just decided to wear the suit out because I needed to break it in."
"Oh, that's really cool! The pink is a really bright choice, why did you pick that?"
I respond, "Well, my uncle has preferences like these and I don't want to disappoint him with something he doesn't like. He is having a family get together and everybody from out of town is coming."
"Wow. Would you do anything he told you to do?"
"Probably not everything, but anything to make him happy."
"That's nice. Okay, I will need your permission to start on the cut on top since the buzz is done."
"I'll do anything you want me to," I say. She begins to do the cut on top, and I don't talk for a while because she needs some quiet to think. After it she turns me around and shows me to the mirror.
"Wow, it's amazing! Great job!" I remark.
"Thank you! You know, you should dye your hair green to match your bowtie, I can't seem to find any more green in your ensemble," she responds, "I'll take your payment at the register. Thanks for coming!"
I joke around about the payment, "I don't really need to pay it, do I?" And in a certain twist of events she says,
"Well, I won't make because you're just so trendy. Love to see you around!"
I'm confused for a second but quickly disregard it and head out toward back home. What I don't notice is the fact that my hair is changing from a brown to a bright green, the same one on my bowtie. As I'm heading home, I