  Please excuse me for going off on a Seinfeld type rant, but an experience today was too much. I went to get my haircut today at a Procuts. Not a great place, but the only place around that isn't a twenty minute drive. So for once I had no wait and was pretty excited, I was thinking in and out in fifteen minutes. Not the case. Why do people who cut hair feel like they have to make small talk?
Do people like to talk to strangers while they are getting their hair cut? I don't, and especially when they ask a thousand questions. And then even more personal questions. Example: Tammy: So where do you live? Me: Over in Justin. Tammy: Oh me too!
(Problem already) Me: That's nice Tammy: So where in Justin? Me: Behind the Justin Boot store. (Really the only true landmark in Justin) Tammy: What street? Now come on, do we have to get that specific? Some fat, 40 year old lady who is married with four kids (according to her) asking what street I live on. And the worst is when they stop cutting to talk, because they can't do two things at one time.
When I go get a haircut I don't mind a little small talk, even though I could do with none at all. This lady though just kept on and on and on. Don't talk, just give me my average haircut and let me go on my way. I guess this was a better experience though than the last time when I went in. There were four people ahead of me and two ladies cutting hair. When one lady finally gets to me she decides to go on break when there are now six people behind me, leaving one lady to cut hair.
I hate getting my hair cut. On a lighter note I am going to the Robert Earl Keen show tonight at Billy Bobs. I was introduced to the greatness of Robert Earl my freshman year at Texas A&M. I haven't seen him play in five years or so, I am looking forward to it. The guy in my opinion doesn't have a bad album. Pictures and a report on the show tomorrow. 
