Pam cuts my hair. it’s not an epic event. Takes about his long as it does to brew a cup of coffee on a Keurig coffee machine. She shaves my hair with a no. 2, trims my beard with a no. 1, then my eyebrows with a tiny scissor ….and that’s that.
So this morning as we were finishing up, I asked her if I still looked fabulous.
She didn’t answer.
So I asked her if she enjoys my Greek god-like profile
She didn’t answer.
Then I ask her if she appreciated the raw masculinity of my buffed out body.
She did answer this time.
“ What was that first choice you mentioned?”
If I’m lyin’..I’m dyin’…..😮
In that regard, I’m posting this picture of my workout partner, Popyou Outchee, formerly from the Ukraine. He’s a cosmetologist by trade and a bouncer at night. He’s a real nice guy, but he tells me he feels so conflicted. Ya think?…..😳
We’re helping each other with a very rigid weight program here at the YMCA in Maryland Farms. I spot for him on the bench press…and he drives me home so I won’t stop at Dunkin’ Donuts….😮
The Human Wave 