Twenty dollars? How could I refuse?

So I stand before you, a newly shorn-locked man. It's not that bad really, I requested that only the back of my hair was to be cut off, so that the air could reach the back of my neck.

Now the back of my neck is quite cool in the summer breeze.

And while there, I even asked the barber to shape up my beard a bit, so it wouldn't look quite so haphazard. And as I got up from the chair, my mother and my little sister walk into the shop.

Crap, what did they want?

Turns out my mother wanted to watch a movie at the theater across the street. That struck me as odd though, because the last movie I saw with my mother was the Lion King about ten years ago. So my mind was frantically trying to figure out what the catch was.

And of course, there was a catch. It turns out she wanted to see Charlie's Angels, because she liked watching the old series.

I told her she was in for a rude shock.

And my, the look on her face was priceless. It was almost worth sitting through that travesty of filmdom.

I've been having a conversation in spanish with Lally for quite some time now. Pretty neat.

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