16th
my first trim.
after three weeks of growth, the front portion of my mullet was getting a little long. in an effort to bring the business/party ratio back into balance, i decided to get a trim.
i returned to the salon where it all started and was greeted by the lovely melissa…
“so you’re ready to get rid of it?”
au contraire…
i explained that i had no intention of dismantling the apparatus that had taken me this far. rather, i wanted to enhance its glory with a reduction of the business.
she begrudgingly reached for the clippers and began to buzz me. with every pass, the line between front and back grew sharper. this is what i needed. the hell with ‘blending’ the two. both regions of my mullet needed a clue on who should stay where and i was giving it to them… a veritable berlin wall across the back of my head.
“you’re all done…” melissa chimed cattily. she might as well have said “get the hell out of my chair.
but it wasn’t complete. it needed something more.
“wait.”
i stopped her.
“what if we… added racing…”
i trailed off. i couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“racing stripes?” melissa said with a sigh. she didn’t seem amused. she also didn’t have all day. before i could reconsider she had begun pressing the edging razor down to the scalp above my right ear.
i walked into the salon that day looking for a little clean up of my mullet. i left with enhancements to both sides that lean strongly party. i’d say the bif/pib balance was more than corrected.
-bifpib-
