a day in the life of fredeeky...

my barber was on vacation and i needed a haircut so i asked around the office and found a barber close by. a-game is familiar with the place, it's the kind of place that has a guy with the sandwich board out front and when they get done with you they give you a stack of flyers and say, "tell your friends". also they have like four parakeets in cages chirping and sort of gargling in the back ground. anyway the guy does a nice job and asks if i want a shave "with the hot towels". i've never had this procedure done before so i said why not. things went pretty great. he shaved me twice and then came the hot towels and lotion. all in all i was feeling pretty good about it. then before i know it, he's suddenly poised to spray me with a long, thin and slightly terrifying rectagular glass bottle. i sat up in my chair right as i got hit full in the face with a rich heady mist of cologne. my face immediately caught fire and i could feel it sort of pulsating and constricting in an entirely unpleasant fashion. on top of that, cologne sort of gave me an uncomfortable head rush. so now my face is on fire, i'm dizzy and i smell like a gigolo. i pay the guy 17 bucks and me and my red firey face stagger out amidst the gurgling parakeets. i have to say that although that some of the ladies walking down the street were very receptive to my new musky odors, i did get a couple of dirty scrunched up nose looks on the elevator back at work.