Haircut Scissors

Um... I think we do have the jokerness blood in our family.


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I went to Susie's for dinner on Saturday night. And I brought with me a pair of thining hair scissors. Susie has mentioned that she didn't have time to visit a hair dresser and it would be great if I can trim her hair a bit. I am usually more than happy to style other's hair. I think I am pretty deft and I quite enjoy seeing how my friends' appearance differ before and after the cut.

I guess the mistake rooted in too much alcohol in my blood stream. After dinner, Peter volunteered to clean the dishes. I said to Susie if she would care to get the cut now. She agreed and fumbled for old newspapers. I suggested she could take off her top and sit at the bath tub rim with me standing in it. No fuss and efficient.

The small toe nail scissors were just not up for the job (they are great with my eyebrows trimming). So I switched to the mid-size thining scissors. I was holding Susie's hair with my middle and ring fingers like the professional but somehow the scissors cut into my ring finger and I continued squeezing, wanted to finish the cut.

The blood came out like small stream but I decided not to make a sound of it (otherwise she would not let me cut the hair). Oh well, it finially finished and I made the casual remark on my wound. Susie was astonished and wanted to put the antisceptic on the wound. I tried to stay calmed and wanted to clean up the hair and blood in the bath tub first. I switched on the tab only to cause cold water coming out of the shower head while I was bending over to pick up the mess in the tub.

My first reaction was to scream bloody murder, Susie was laughing her head off and Peter came in to the bath room to find one half-naked chick, blood stain over the tub and soaking wet joey. He cried "I only left for 5 minutes!".