For the first time in my life. Not bad, not bad.
To actually make this thread useful, I got to say that I hate when barbers try to talk to you when they cut your hair. I went in to cut my hair yesterday, and every minute, the bitch tried to start a conversation with me. "So, you go to high school?" I say, "Yes." "Are you a junior, senior? "I'm going to be a senior." "Where are you from". "Bosnia". "That's interesting, lots of Bosnians get their haircut here. Like, a lot of Bosnians. You guys must really like Supercuts." "Yeah, I guess so." Then, it just goes on. The point is, I don't wan't to talk. I just want them to cut my hair and shut up, and let me go home so I can cry to my mom about how my hair looks bad. Ahh, good therapy.
To actually make this thread useful, I got to say that I hate when barbers try to talk to you when they cut your hair. I went in to cut my hair yesterday, and every minute, the bitch tried to start a conversation with me. "So, you go to high school?" I say, "Yes." "Are you a junior, senior? "I'm going to be a senior." "Where are you from". "Bosnia". "That's interesting, lots of Bosnians get their haircut here. Like, a lot of Bosnians. You guys must really like Supercuts." "Yeah, I guess so." Then, it just goes on. The point is, I don't wan't to talk. I just want them to cut my hair and shut up, and let me go home so I can cry to my mom about how my hair looks bad. Ahh, good therapy.
