the group walked into the bar, talking and chattering loudly. they were on top of the world. here they were, in the prime of their lives, on a Friday night, with no cares in the world. and to top it all off they'd just finished a great round of golf.
laughing and jostling, they settled themselves around the bar, talking about everything and nothing.
"hey Nicole, how's your job going?"
"oh gosh, you gotta hear the craziest thing! on Friday a girl came in for a haircut. she told me to take off all the split ends. i tell you, the ends were practically transparent they were so overdue for a cut! so i kept cutting and cutting, until there was like, no hair left! i must have cut off a good three and a half inches! the poor girl was so stunned when i was done!"
the bartender listened silently as the young people hooted at this. "poor girl," he thought to himself i wonder if she's sitting at home somewhere, too embarrassed to go out. it must be difficult to have to deal with something like that. i know my daughters are very attached to their hair." he shrugged as he passed a hand over his own bald head. "I'll never understand women." and grabbing a clean rag, he walked around the group, now listening avidly as Casey and Nicole regaled them with more anecdotes from the beauty salon.