the smedley log - suburban scrawl

The continuing saga of the rhyming haircutters

Yesterday, I finally went back to the Hair Cuttery to shear my head again. Well, I actually went back on Friday afternoon, but about five minutes after I signed in for a haircut (and, mercifully, prior to having half my head shorn by electric clippers), the power went out. I had places to be, so I left, resigned to come back another time.

As fate would have it, Sunday afternoon was as good a time as any, so that’s when I returned for my haircut. I was greeted by a pleasant, mature woman who led me back to her chair. She proceeded to chop away. About halfway through, I noticed a name tag on the shelf in front of me. I looked in the mirror at my haircutter, noticing she was without her name tag. I asked her if that was her name tag. She replied that it was.

The name on the tag? Any guesses?

Oh no. Was it at least one of the ever loving Catholic Compounds (like MaryPat or Patty Ann)?

I think you’ve run the course and have to recycle or start going to Punk places and hoping for a cut from Rat, or similar strategies. I understand they make magnetic versions of the “weird peircing” body rings (earrings, noserings, …) so that you can fake and go puncture free.

That or let the hair grow.

ha! what is your next rhyming prediction?

Ellen – no, it’s just Pat, no compound whatsoever. And I might just hold off on going to the Punk places for a bit.

Albert – I was thinking of maybe a Nat, or something similar, but I’m having trouble thinking of other possibilities at the moment.

Darn – I HAD been trying to come up w/ the next and somehow Nat still aluded me. Not always my best 1st thing in the AM.