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TM got a hair cut today. TM likes hair cuts, he secretly finds them very
sensuous....having a woman he doesn't know run her fingers through his hair in
a familiar way. TM is starved for romance like that.
The hair 'stylist' was a plumb 30-ish white woman, very quiet yet talkative.
That is to say, she talked a lot, but very quietly. Behind him, an old woman
was getting a haircut.
"Get her to give ya one with pizzaz!", the old woman's sister called out.
"I don't really know what pizzaz is", admitted TM's hairdresser, "They'd have
to show me a picture." In the back of his mind, TM had to agree that he didn't
really know what pizzaz was either.
"You a college student?", she asked.
"Yep", replied TM.
"Had some pre-med students in yesterday, you pre-med?"
"Nope."
"Yah, well they said that they were bio-chemical engineers, and I didn't know
what that was, but they said it was, like, pre-med." And TM's first reaction
was that of disgust at this woman, this hair cutter, this white trash... but then he bowed to
her, because he had to admit to himself that he didn't really know what a
"bio-chemical" engineer was either. This woman had more wisdom than he did,
because she had the sense to realize what it was that she didn't know rather
than blindly assuming that she knew something.
And TM exited the hair cutter's shop enlightened, and with a good hair cut.
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