flatblack

Since my truck's motor is still not back together, I've had limited transportation options recently. My hair was weeks overdue for a haircut and I couldn't make it in to my normal barber 40 minutes away. I decided to stop by one of the places in Lakeway and ask them if they knew how to cut a pompadour. (You sense this going badly already don't you?) The girl said she could, so I explained it to her and combed it up in the style to show her just to be sure. She went to work and I instructed her to just take about an inch off the top and to be sure to leave the front plenty long. In the middle of the haircut, I notice she's chopped off a lot in the front.

I stopped her and checked it and confirmed that it was no longer a pompadour. When I confronted her about not paying any attention to my instructions, she said that it was really long and she evened it out all over. Then she actually said that if I tried wearing it this way, she thinks I'll like it better!

I knew I shouldn't have trusted a new place, but I was desperate. If a tattooed guy wearing a wife beater parks in front of your shop in a flat black rat rod, comes inside with two ounces of pomade in his hair and asks you if you know how to cut a pompadour, you'd better not flat out lie when you actually have no idea what one is.

I was tempted to grab her clippers and cut a big chunk out of her hair before she could react, but I managed to control myself.

I think it will be OK in two or three weeks. People at work will be happy to see me with a normal haircut.