Monday, January 10, 2011

How to know if you are ready to cut your own hair...

I'm here again. The Coffee shop with the view, nature, and cigarette smoke. Today I sat further down next to three guys- hardcore/grunge looking...they are talking about an interview with a fish in a newspaper.
One guy talks in a whisper
which kind of makes me uncomfortable because the whole table gets quiet when he talks.
You may not care but now they are talking about eating crabs and how as a kid the rock star looking one wouldn't eat them because of the "horrifying cruelness of boiling them in a pot of torture"... good point.

The big guy shares stories about the horrifying things he did to lobsters as a kid.
Most of the words used in their conversation, I decided to edit. They had potty mouths.
so they continued in edited fashion... "If a 90 year old lobster could talk he would have So Much to say!"
The whisperer speaks: "_*____*____***" (the asterisks represent the tiny noises I could hear). I assume he made some sort of recommendation to the big guy.

The big guy BLURTS out: "forget you!" (not what he really said) "cut my own hair!? Have you ever seen me pick up a sandwich or a piece of glass!? That is not a good idea!"
I had to try so hard not to laugh out loud. He made some very logical points. If one cannot easily pick up a sandwich or a piece of glass successfully they should not attempt cutting their own hair.

They leave the outside patio for a minute. Remember, this is the shop from my earlier post- go go fruit in cairo. So we are outside basically on the side of a mountain. While they are gone I decide to stay planted a little while longer. They came back down the stairs in the middle of a conversation about tinsel...
"what is tinsel?"
big guy: "it's the stuff with all the glitz and glimma'"
He's slowly becoming one of my favorites.

I watch as two people that look like brother and sister evaluate the seating situation on the side of this hill. I can tell, they'd rather sit down here but they didn't. This might have had something to do with the big guy playing air guitar.
Oh how I love people watching.

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