That was his dog Molly. I will try and find the link yes it was real. Had some pics of his Florida home
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Did I already tell the story about the lady with the flat head who swore I was trying to kill her?
I'm not a lady and I don't have a flat head!
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Lol, how can you function with a flat head?
Yep, real story. I'll tell it when I get home from work this evening.
Is this a real story? I need to hear this
No but this sounds interesting
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
I have to sign off very soon - today is the last day of the Turning Pages course. Just called them to let them know I'll be a bit late showing up today as I have to go pick up my son at work.
I'm worried he'll end up hanging out with this one particular girl who I don't trust. She gets him to buy smokes for her Mom (that kind of thing) plus she does drugs and drinks so not someone I really trust (even though she is only 18!).
I'm worried he'll end up hanging out with this one particular girl who I don't trust. She gets him to buy smokes for her Mom (that kind of thing) plus she does drugs and drinks so not someone I really trust (even though she is only 18!).
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Dang woman, ain't you home from work yet??
Sitting on the edge of my keyboard...
Kinda hurts.
....just stay off the “Enter” key if you catch my drift....
Okay, okay..... Today has been kinda busy. First work, then pick up daughter and take her to dance class,l then grab her some supper and take her to play rehearsal.....
My friend Mary and I were working the closing shift at Regis on a Wednesday night in 1995.
The client in my chair was Ms. C Chew. She was a salon regular, and I was doing a haircut and style for her. To say that Ms. Chew was a bit odd was an understatement, and this particular evening it became quickly apparent just how odd she was.
Everything was going fine. I shampooed her hair and we chatted about what brought her to live in our area. Tonight, playing the dulcimer in a mountain folk group had lured her to Boone. As I was cutting her hair, she mentioned that she was selling some kind of car fragrance sachets, and asked did I want to purchase a few. I replied that I was very sensitive to fragrances and prone to migraines when exposed to those types of things. She said "Oh, Okay", and put them away.
I finished her haircut, and had it dried when she asked if I could layer it a bit more in the back because it was still quite thick. I said "Sure, no problem".......picked up the water bottle and sprayed her hair, then picked up my comb and scissors, and walked around behind the chair to cut some more of her hair. As soon as I did, she let out the gawdawfullest blood curdling screech I've ever heard in my life, jumped up out of the chair and ran to the front of the salon yelling that I "came at her with my scissors"........
I made the mistake of giggling a little bit, and telling her that I have to use them to cut hair.....
Then she starts screaming at the top of her lungs that my "eyes turned red, and she thinks that I'm possessed and trying to kill her".
The client in my chair was Ms. C Chew. She was a salon regular, and I was doing a haircut and style for her. To say that Ms. Chew was a bit odd was an understatement, and this particular evening it became quickly apparent just how odd she was.
Everything was going fine. I shampooed her hair and we chatted about what brought her to live in our area. Tonight, playing the dulcimer in a mountain folk group had lured her to Boone. As I was cutting her hair, she mentioned that she was selling some kind of car fragrance sachets, and asked did I want to purchase a few. I replied that I was very sensitive to fragrances and prone to migraines when exposed to those types of things. She said "Oh, Okay", and put them away.
I finished her haircut, and had it dried when she asked if I could layer it a bit more in the back because it was still quite thick. I said "Sure, no problem".......picked up the water bottle and sprayed her hair, then picked up my comb and scissors, and walked around behind the chair to cut some more of her hair. As soon as I did, she let out the gawdawfullest blood curdling screech I've ever heard in my life, jumped up out of the chair and ran to the front of the salon yelling that I "came at her with my scissors"........
I made the mistake of giggling a little bit, and telling her that I have to use them to cut hair.....
Then she starts screaming at the top of her lungs that my "eyes turned red, and she thinks that I'm possessed and trying to kill her".
I tried to explain to her that I was only trying to cut more hair as she had requested, but she only yelled at me that I better not try to follow her to her car. I said "Lady, if you think I'd follow you anywhere, you're batsh!t crazy"......then she started yelling that I was calling her crazy.
She was yelling that I'd never touch her hair ever again, and she demanded to call our manager from the salon to tell her of my possession and killer's heart......the manager made the mistake of laughing and that tipped Ms. Chew off a whole other cliff.
She started crying hysterically about how her head is flat, and how no one wants a woman with a flat head.....
Now, while all this was going on, Mary's client rolled out of her chair, he was laughing so hard. And Mary and I were training a new girl.....it was her first day with us. That girl was so mortified, that she went into the supply closet and stayed until closing.
We finally talked Ms. Chew into allowing Mary to finish the haircut....and the entire time, she was bawling about her flat head, and telling about losing a fiance because he found out her head was flat, and how she could have been a model if not for her flat head.....
And wondering if our manager would fire me, because obviously, I was possessed of a demon, and apparently had it in for flat headed people.
For years after that, every time Mary saw Ms. Chew in the mall, she did the "Psycho music" and pretended to be stabbing the air with scissors......yeah, we were slightly twisted. Once, Mary even asked me if I ever wished I'd just bought one of those damn sachets......
She was yelling that I'd never touch her hair ever again, and she demanded to call our manager from the salon to tell her of my possession and killer's heart......the manager made the mistake of laughing and that tipped Ms. Chew off a whole other cliff.
She started crying hysterically about how her head is flat, and how no one wants a woman with a flat head.....
Now, while all this was going on, Mary's client rolled out of her chair, he was laughing so hard. And Mary and I were training a new girl.....it was her first day with us. That girl was so mortified, that she went into the supply closet and stayed until closing.
We finally talked Ms. Chew into allowing Mary to finish the haircut....and the entire time, she was bawling about her flat head, and telling about losing a fiance because he found out her head was flat, and how she could have been a model if not for her flat head.....
And wondering if our manager would fire me, because obviously, I was possessed of a demon, and apparently had it in for flat headed people.
For years after that, every time Mary saw Ms. Chew in the mall, she did the "Psycho music" and pretended to be stabbing the air with scissors......yeah, we were slightly twisted. Once, Mary even asked me if I ever wished I'd just bought one of those damn sachets......
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