|Jackson 1999 (standard:humor, 894 words)|
|Author: Everet||Added: Nov 25 2007||Views/Reads: 2110/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A day in the life of Jackson|
Jackson 1999 Slambang November 1999 Some of you may remember an encounter with Jackson from a previous reading. Well today Jackson now 56 years old. He is older, maybe wiser, but still prone to make errors in judgements just like many of us. Jackson in addition to being older has experienced some changes in his life. He is somewhat heavier and has lost some of his dark brown wavy hair which incidentally is now gray with streaks of white. Many of you if not all of you remember the old red and white striped poles that stood in front of the little shop where men gathered to get hair cuts and discuss the problems of life and the world in general .If they still exist they are hard to find. For many years Jackson had gone to the same barbershop and enjoyed the company of the same barber. Over the years his barber became feeble and almost blind, but Jackson stuck with him until he passed on and then he had to find someone else to trim his hair. I say trim because his face was now more exposed than when he was younger. The job fell to his wife, who reluctantly did the job until she too passed away. Jackson left to his own resources took the bull by the horns, or rather the clippers, and proceeded to cut his own hair. His methods went back to the “boot camp style that he first received when he enlisted in the U.S. Navy. This worked quite well for him until he met a lady who decided he needed a “makeover”. This makeover was to consist of new clothing(no more jeans and tees), less weight (about 40 pounds) and letting a “nice looking fringe of gray hair grow” As these changes began to take place it became obvious the he was going to need the services of a barber. How it became obvious was when Jackson tried the old clipper trick ,he failed miserably People whom he knew looked at him with question marks in their eyes. It was then he decided that he absolutely would have to have a professional do the job although there was not much material there with which to work. Having made this decision he went to the barber shop. Of course barber shops are now almost extinct. One must go to a beauty salon and they have such cute names (it almost nauseates you to read them.) Early one morning ,he went to the one he had chosen called “Kute and Kurly” because no appointment was needed. It was so early that the lights were not on and at first he thought there was no one there, but then ,looking through the window, he saw some movement . He tapped on the glass and a sharp looking lady came to the door and asked how she could help him. He replied that he needed a trim. “Come right back here and sit down and I'll fix you right up”, she said. Jackson took a seat and just making conversation said he would like a little color put back in his hair also. “no problem”, said the lady. Jackson still making conversation said, ”the doctor had me on water pills, but I found they were making me lose my hair so I quit taking them” “ looks as if you did not quit taking them soon enough” replied the lady. To which Jackson replied. “I'm known as a penurious man and the size of your tip was just reduced even though it was miniscule to start with, especially since I have little hair to cut”. “That is what makes it harder because I have to hunt for it. Jackson realized by this time he was up against a pro in the insult department and decided that he better be quiet for the rest of the session. At last it was over and he paid the lady and left the shop. He immediately went to a meeting that had been scheduled earlier in the week. During the meeting ,he noticed that some of the people he knew avoided looking at him and others were quietly laughing when they thought he wasn't looking. He wondered what was going on. Finally one of his associates asked him” why did you leave that little tuft of hair in the back and why is it green? After the meeting he hurried back to the “beauty salon” intent on revenge. As he entered the shop a different lady asked if she could help him. “ I got a haircut here this morning and it was terrible. “Oh?”, the lady said. “What time was that” “It was about 7:30 “,he replied. “I am sorry sir, but we were not open at that time, but someone robbed the shop last night between the time we closed and the time we opened at 9:00 this morning. Jackson knew then that his haircut and dye job had been administered by a professional all right, a professional burglar and not a beautician. What a revolting development. He had paid handsomely for the haircut and dye job and now he would have to have it done over, plus he was being laughed at by some people he had to face every day. “Darn, some days it just doesn't pay to get up“, He thought. Tweet
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