Tuesday, 3 June 2008
Last week I went to have my hair cut. I asked for a stylist free at that instant because if I take an appointment I'd chicken out. I tend to have an attachment to my hair and would rarely let anyone touch it but lately I have been ignoring myself and the last time I had a haircut was 8 months ago. So they said the senior stylist would be free in 15minutes, I agreed to letting him butcher my hair when he's done. Meanwhile wondered around the shops nearby and spent some money.
When I walked in they had me seated and told me he will be around shortly. I imagined he would be one of the baldy, tattooed, beer bellied Englishmen, hence the senior stylist. Instead comes this vision of perfection, tall, lean, drop dead flipping gorgeous tanned olive skin, shoulder length wavy brown hair with a hint of goldish linings, the most lovely rich brown eyes. Apart from the long hair (which in fact did suit him) he was oozing masculinity. He looked damn fine and yummilicious not only that the gorgeous freak smelled heavenly, actually he was wearing the soulmates fragrance :/ During the process I discovered that he's half Italian and half Croatian and he added that "I came out looking like this" with a disappointed look on his face! On the contrary he should be happy that he wasn't gang raped by all the women in the hairdressers! Honestly by anyone's standards he was a complete hottie.
After 20 minutes of debating how much to cut off and making him promise he wouldn't cut more than 3 inches, he butchered my hair and I was ready to leave. I paid the young lady behind the counter and took money aside to tip him. I usually just slide the tip in the pocket of 'whoevers' shirt. I look at what he's wearing and his shirt has no pockets! Hmm he was already cutting some woman's hair so I can't distract him to give it to him in hand plus I feel really weird when I give a tip in hand, I feel its degrading therefore I prefer the 'sliding it in the shirt pocket'. Now he had the pouch with all the scissors on the front and the belt of it was covering the front pockets of his jeans so I can't put the tip there. Give me a damn break!
So I thought piss it mako fayda ela his back pockets! I thought I should just casually slide the tip in his back pocket without having to touch his ass. Guess freaking what! His jeans were so tight that the money wouldn't go in I had to hold his back pocket and shove the money down :// I felt so embarrassed and it felt like I was doing that for an hour but in reality it was a split second, he turned around and thanked me twice. I'm guessing once for the tip and the other for the sexual harassment!!
What would you have done in this situation?? Do you think I shouldn't have slid the money in aKa ass touching?