Crazy Vietnamese Traveling Hairdressers
Boot Scoot is a hottie and a half, but, it cracks me up that for a Republican, he's quite a metrosexual male. Case in point - he has his hairdresser that makes housecalls. I guess you have to be a VIP for that, because when I asked her how much to come to my house and cut my hair she said "For you honey? $180." Wow. What a bargain - color not included.
Anyway, Tina, the traveling crazy Vietnamese hairdresser proved to be quite a trip. While Cameron and I sat patiently watching "Friends" and "new daddy" get his haircut, I got lectured for an hour about how wonderful BS is and what a great catch he is and if I "screw him over I will kick your ass because I am his bodyguard AND hairdresser". Um, this isn't uncomfortable, is it? I felt like I was in the Spanish inquisition (except with two Americans and a Vietnamese): "How long have you been together?" "Where did you meet this fine young man?" "Are you taking him to the airport tomorrow?" "Are you going to get married?" "How many kids do you want?" Oh my god. I'm telling you, I don't embarrass easy, but, I'm pretty sure my face was the color of my dad's face the night he found out I ran a car into a house when I was 15 - pretty red.
Luckily, Cameron had to go outside, so, him and I took a leisurely walk to get away from the crazy lady and all of her questions. Scooping up dog crap was more inviting to me than spending more time in a room with her waiting for my head to explode.

On our way home, we passed Tina's car which was parked out front. As my eyes wandered down to the license plate, I noticed that her frame said, and I quote, "Fueled by Pimp Juice." I almost fell over. That's one hell of a woman to have the guts to put that on her car with a 30-year-old son. I loved her again instantly.
She finally finished with the hair "sculpting" and "trimming" and the constant line of questioning. As BS walked her out I could hear lots of talking and commotion. Apparently, she needed BS to move the Pimp Juice mobile for her since she didn't know how to de-parallel park on a hill.
Ah, Tina. Ah, Boot Scoot. Ah, Rachel.
So, if you're ever in the mood for an at-home haircut for $200 and a shot at winning 20-questions, let me know, and I'll be sure to get you Tina's VIP phone number.
Anyway, Tina, the traveling crazy Vietnamese hairdresser proved to be quite a trip. While Cameron and I sat patiently watching "Friends" and "new daddy" get his haircut, I got lectured for an hour about how wonderful BS is and what a great catch he is and if I "screw him over I will kick your ass because I am his bodyguard AND hairdresser". Um, this isn't uncomfortable, is it? I felt like I was in the Spanish inquisition (except with two Americans and a Vietnamese): "How long have you been together?" "Where did you meet this fine young man?" "Are you taking him to the airport tomorrow?" "Are you going to get married?" "How many kids do you want?" Oh my god. I'm telling you, I don't embarrass easy, but, I'm pretty sure my face was the color of my dad's face the night he found out I ran a car into a house when I was 15 - pretty red.
Luckily, Cameron had to go outside, so, him and I took a leisurely walk to get away from the crazy lady and all of her questions. Scooping up dog crap was more inviting to me than spending more time in a room with her waiting for my head to explode.

On our way home, we passed Tina's car which was parked out front. As my eyes wandered down to the license plate, I noticed that her frame said, and I quote, "Fueled by Pimp Juice." I almost fell over. That's one hell of a woman to have the guts to put that on her car with a 30-year-old son. I loved her again instantly.
She finally finished with the hair "sculpting" and "trimming" and the constant line of questioning. As BS walked her out I could hear lots of talking and commotion. Apparently, she needed BS to move the Pimp Juice mobile for her since she didn't know how to de-parallel park on a hill.
Ah, Tina. Ah, Boot Scoot. Ah, Rachel.
So, if you're ever in the mood for an at-home haircut for $200 and a shot at winning 20-questions, let me know, and I'll be sure to get you Tina's VIP phone number.
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