Halandros Super Hair Cutting Place and Clothing, Laundry Mat and Convenience Store and Tool Shop plus Pet Supply Store now with Video Rentals……
5:03 PM
Remarkable Mark Keaton waited in the small lobby, sitting on a cheap plastic seat trying his best to blend in with the common folk. He picked up a Reader's Digest and pretended to read it so he wouldn’t have to constantly find a place to avert his eyes away from the curious humanoids that sat in the lobby with him. One heavyset man breathed too heavily, an old woman kept shaking her head from bad nerves, he couldn’t believe he was doing this to himself for a simple trim of his beautiful golden locks, but it had to be done. He was going on television soon to do battle once more, with one of the pests from Live Mas ….the loose cannon himself, Matt Tastic.
Mark watched the hair dressers cut, snap gum and move around their customers. He had a mental bet going he was going to end up with the ugly one with a tattoo on her neck. The overly feminine man from the counter called out – Kram Notaek - it was him. He often used fake names in public to avoid unwanted attention, this was one of those times. Although simply flipping his name backward sounded stupid as hell, he would have to plan a little further ahead next time.
Mark relaxed, he got the curvy blonde hair dresser that he mentally hoped for. He smirked as she led him to the barbors chair. She started to cut his hair before even asking what he wanted, he slapped the scissors out of her hand, she grabbed his face and started to furiously neck with him right there, he could taste her raspberry gum on his tongue, she flipped up her skirt and sat on his lap, she roughly wrapped her legs around his back, he unzipped and went to town. Mark tore the rest of her dress off as she hopped furiously on his lap, moaning and grabbing at his hair, he put his mouth over her naked breast and she moaned louder. Everyone in the store stopped what they were doing and watched them in shock.
-Kram Notaek- The overly feminine man repeated, Mark snapped out of it and raised his hand as he stood up. The gruff woman with the long nose hair and neck tattoo was going to be his hair dresser today. Mark sighed as he watched the hot blonde he wanted finish with her client, a little too late and now he was stuck with this reject from The Hills Have Eyes.
“How do ya want it today mistah?” The creature asked him, he could immediately smell something awful, like she ate a shit burger before calling him over. He wanted to suggest her taking a bath but opted to be polite and go for the trim. She nodded, then reached over him to grab a spray bottle, Mark winced as one of her erect nipples scratched the back of his shoulder through her shirt. She sprayed his hair, then started cutting. He caught a new scent as she continued to cut and clear her throat, it was vodka. The woman was probably half snapped.
“So wadda ya do fer a livin fella?” It suddenly scratched out, that was 25 years of smoking too much and a hard life.
“I run a toilet factory in Calgary. Just taking a vaca.” Mark said silently, hoping his uninterested tone and subject matter would keep her from trying any more conversation topics.
Suddenly a quick pain at the top of his ear. She had nipped his ear and it started bleeding, it leaked down the lobe and started dripping on the white hair cover apron. He watched the blood in the mirror with a shocked expression. He wondered if she even noticed. She continued to hum quietly and cut the other side. Then another sharp pain on the top of that ear, she nicked that one as well and now there was steady droplets of blood falling off of that lobe. Mark blinked as some tuffs of blonde hair fell into he eyes. He was mentally controlling fits of laughter now as he couldn’t have picked a worse place for a haircut ever.
“Ah, got some hair in yer eyes dere dear, hole on a minnit, I fix dat fer ya.” The thing resembling a female said then walked away. Mark sat there, blinded by his hair, blood still dripping off of his ears. He tried blowing the hair away but it didn’t work. The woman had tied a strap around him so he couldn’t move his arms.
30 minutes later…..
The hair dresser returned, smelling of salami and cigarette smoke. She had a broom in her hands, she roughly swept Mark's face, scratching it but freeing the blonde hairs that were blinding him. He saw in his reflection that the bleeding had stopped and there was two big patches on blood on his shoulders. She was finished. He paid for the haircut and left the place.
He walked to his car, he tried to make a connection to this whole ordeal to Matt Tastic but he couldn’t, he just nodded and headed for the gym.