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(Page 2 of 2) Haircut by James MacEachernIt was a snout, he moved around lazily snorting up hair from the floor like a vacuum. Chris walked to his cubicle and sat down in the chair. The was only a mirror in front of him, but it was large and made it easy for him to see his barber as she approached.
"How would you like your hair done dear." She asked.
"Something nice please."
"Sure thing."
She reached up a grabbed a large bladder bag that was hanging at the top of the booth. It had a short open ended hose on the front and another in the back that went up to the Hairball. Unsurprisingly, the bag was full of hair. The barber settled the bag under her armpit and gave it a test squeeze. Hair shot out of the hose she was holding and fluttered around the booth. She then began applying hair to Chris' head. Soon he began the recognize his hair, it had a very Elvis look about it. The not pug dog moved to the entrance of his cubicle, snorting hair.
Chris watched it through his mirror and saw an orange tabby cat cross the entrance to his booth.. "The cat and dog don't fight?"
"Heavens no, that's Mr. Jims. He owns the place." She said with a giggle.
"Cats always act like that," he said knowingly.
"All done." She stated, and hind of pride in her voice.
Refocusing on the mirror Chris was unimpressed. Looking back at him was his face, and above it, Elvis hair. "This isn't what I asked for." He said sharply.
"You said you wanted something nice."
"This would be nice if I was the king, I'm not and it's not."
"Then go see the owner, his office is in the back."
" I will!" he said hotly.
Chris got up, marched to the door marked "Owner" and barged in. A dark oak desk and chair sat against the wall, paperwork piled upon it. The orange tabby sat in the chair. "Hello?" He called out. The tabby looked at him. "What?" It snarled.
"I don't like my haircut." He said firmly.
"Why not? It's very nice Elvis hair." Replied the cat.
" I'M NOT ELVIS!" Chris screamed.
The cat was unfazed. "No matter, we don't accept complaints from dreamers."
"Dreamers?" He asked.
"Yes dreamers, your dreaming. Here, I'll put this another way." The cats mouth opened impossibly wide.
BERRRR BERRRR BERRRR
Chris jolted awake, shook his head and moved quickly to the washroom. He looked at his face cloth, shuddered, and threw it in the garbage.
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