Hola y’all! As you may or may not recall, the last time I
was at the barber shop the wife of a guy getting a haircut told us all about
her meth-addicted father who had a sex change operation. IKR?! Well, this trip didn’t disappoint as in the
end I heard something while not as salacious as a meth-addicted sex change
operation, it was no less shocking.
But first, a little drama ….
When I walked through the door I saw that there were only
two barbers working as once again, their third had up and quit on them. Both
were busy with customers who looked like they had just gotten into the chairs.
In addition to that, there were two people already waiting. Right off the bat I
realized that it could be anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour before it
would be my turn. I decided to stay though because what the hell, I was already
there and I wouldn’t really go back later in the day anyway.
Luckily, they have a big flat screen TV set up with the Andy
Griffith Show running so I was at least being entertained. Just after the two men who were ahead of me
got into the chairs a man came in with his little son. So, the three of us sat
there and laughed at Barney Fife’s whacky antics and had a great time. Unfortunately, when a chair opened up there
was a near confrontation.
The dad and I stood up at the same time and he tried to jump
in front of me. I stopped at leveled the Jayman Death Stare™ at him and he
quickly and meekly put up his hands and said “Oh I’m sorry, that’s right, you
were next. That’s right.” Uh-huh.
See? I know what he actually wanted to do. He wanted for him
and his son to get their haircut at basically the same time. Had he politely
asked me if I would mind if they did that, even though I had already been
waiting an hour, I would have said yes. I would have been more than happy to
watch one more episode of Andy Griffith and wait. Instead of going the polite
and decent route, he tried to cut in line and bully me. No dice buddy!
Anyway, after the usual exchange of niceties and a brief
discussion of my hair desires, Brenda began to quietly and efficiently cut my
hair. The only time she said anything was when she sighed and let me and
everyone else know that she was REALLY ready for lunch.
Then, she mentioned again that she was hungry and was hoping
that her husband and daughter Rianna would be there soon to take her to lunch.
Just to make conversation, I asked her if she named her daughter after the
Stevie Nicks (of Fleetwood Mac) song “Rhiannon.” She stopped cutting and said …
“No, but you know what? I’ve had other people ask me that
same question and it’s funny because before they did I HAD NEVER HEARD OF STEVE
NICKS OR HIS BAND.”
But wait! That’s not all. She then looked right at me with a
rather confused look on her face and said “Not only that, but just the other
day someone asked me if I had named her after the pop singer Rihanna and I had
never heard of her either.”
She then explained that when the kid was born and they
filled out the paperwork they were going to name her “Brianna” but at the last
second decided to “drop the B and just go with ‘Rianna’”
So there you go kids, another amazing and rather shocking
story from the barber shop. I’m thinking about going weekly just for the blog
fodder.
