I got my hair cut last night. By a bear! She did a pretty terrible job, but I think thats because her cubs were sitting down in some chairs, but positioned so that I was in between them and the mother bear, my...hair cutter/beautician (what do we call these people, nowadays?).
Anyways, the hair cut is finished, and looking like shit, and she asks me if I like it. I have to be honest.
"It's not great."
"Well, can I fix it?"
"No, I dont think so. I think its best if we just let it go for now. See what happens when it grows out."
"I feel bad," she admitted. "Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"
"Actually..."
So, basically, thats how I ended up riding a bear to work today.
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