I got my haircut today

And it looks spectacular. Actually it doesn't, but it looks much better than the monstrosity I had on my head before. As soon as I got into the chair, the barber struck up a conversation. She was Bosnian girl who looked like she was a Gwen Stefani fan. I came to this conclusion after seeing her funky hairstyle. Out of nowhere she started going off about how her 16 year old cousin was a high school dropout. She then went on about how her older sister is a nurse and that her mother wanted her to go into the same field. This was painstaking for me. I did not give a shit about what she was babbling about. Did she want sympathy from me? Was this her way of getting a good tip? She then said that she loved what she did. I was getting annoyed, but glad that the haircut was almost done. Then a customer came in and asked if a barber that left earlier had returned. She picked up her phone and called the absent barber. While it was ringing, she started to rub my head. Shit felt awesome. I won't lie. A part of me wanted that phone to never stop ringing. The person never picked up and she went back to putting the finishing touches on my cut. I tipped her pretty well. Now that I think about it, if she didn't rub my head the tip would have been much less. Just saying. I am Baliwala. If you massage my head I'll give you money. That is all.