had a short hair requirement, he decided he was going to grow it out
and see what he looked like as a surfer dude. That lasted almost 4
months, which was just enough time for us to realize that his hair has
a surprising amount of wave to it. It was also enough time for him to
fully understand why women complain about humidity. So... It was off
to the barbershop this morning. As luck would have it, not a single
person in there spoke English, and we hadn't gotten to the "haircut"
chapter of Rosetta Stone. So his barber whipped out his cell phone and
dialed one of his bilingual buddies, handed the phone to Steve and the
translations began. After 3 minutes of handoffs, the cell phone
snapped shut and the shears came out, which mildly terrified me, but
the results were pretty darned good! It was honestly the loudest, and
funniest barbershop experience we've ever had, and we all left totally
tickled. The best part? Their display case was full of shiny spinner
rims for cars, and more hair gel than I've ever seen on my life. What
a combo. The gel came in two sizes: .5 liter and (I swear on my life)
1 liter. "good god sally, how much product DO you use?"
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