TGIF Again

TGIF again. Kootch and I had our weekly in-depth dialog during her suppertime (I never drink on a full stomach). She seemed a bit distracted as I played about 12 minutes of last night's Leno. I told her about Gail, an old lady who cut my hair today. I made the appointment with Gail yesterday for 1130 today after realizing yesterday that they would not get around to seeing me. I requested Kootch to be back from her morning sortie by 1100 and to wake me up if necessary. That was superfluous: she could only re-enter the apartment if I was indeed awake. In fact, sometimes I am too asleep to hear her knock on the door. In those cases she goes around the building to my bedroom window and throws a rock against the window. This always wakes me up and I let her in. But this morning I woke up way too soon (0430?) and stayed awake.

Gail turned out to be fun. She began by giving me a shampoo. I did not protest even though I had only just showered and washed my hair. Then she began to cut my hair. You probably know how barbers like to banter. Barbers are banterers. Gail carried on in that fashion as she cut my hair. I did my best to be polite given my personal constraints (I am not an accomplished banterer). As time went on I slowly answered Gail's existential questions.

Near the end, Gail seemed to become almost uncommunicative (wall-bang from above), as she relenquished her role of barber-banterer. She charged me sixteen dollars. I gave her a twenty and told her to keep the change. It was a fine haircut. I told Gail I would recommend her to my wife. Gail seemed pleased.