Burt, our landscaping guru, came over to perform his weekly magic on the lawn and shrubs. (Burt is attending the local Community Technical College and is putting himself through school by doing landscaping.) He has long, thick, wavy blond hair that goes half-way down his back. He ties it back in a pony tail while he works. During the summer he has me trim it “short” up to his shoulders.
For whatever reason this week was unusually hot and Burt looked miserable. I went outside with a glass of lemonade and asked him if he was ready for his annual trim. Burt thanked me for the drink and said he would wait until his usual time in late June. I smiled and said ok and not to stay out in the heat too long and to come in and get something to drink when he needed to. He said he would.
Well, that day was very busy. I did 7 short tapers, 8 crewcuts, 6 flat tops and 3 headshaves. All day guys were coming in the shop with bushy mops and going out nicley buzzed. Burt did our yard and then did the other 4 yards he has contracts with in the area. Twice he came in the shop to get a glass of lemonade, once during a crewcut and once during a headshave. He sat and watched both for a while and then went out again.
I was closing up at the end of the day when I saw his old truck slowly came around the corner. He had the windows rolled down, (airconditioning went out years ago) , and he looked like he would fall over if he hadn’t been in the truck. I waved him over to the curb and told him to come in and get cleaned up and have something to eat. He nodded and pulled into the driveway. Casey was already fixing dinner and waved as Burt came in the back door to the living quarters. I had already ok’d everything with Casey, so I directed Burt to the bathroom and told him to get cleaned up and then come in the kitchen and have some dinner. We got him some of Casey’s things so he could have some clean cloths to put on.
When he came out, Burt looked much better. (Except for all that long blond mop.) Casey and I had dinner all set and the three of us had a lovly meal. Well, after dinner Burt insisted on helping cleaning up and so, we let him. When we were done, I told Burt not to worry about his cloths, I’d wash them and leave them in the shop for him to pick up. He thanked me. Instead of going out the back, Burt went out the front way through the shop. He stopped and looked at the chair and then looked at me and asked if it was to late for his annual trim. (Don’t even get me started.) Casey said he’d start the laundry.
Burt sat in the chair and I put the cape around him. He mentioned the two cuts he saw and all the guys comming in and out very much changed the way he thought about haircuts. The guys going in were hot and miserable, but when they came out they seemed much cooler and even happier. (Uh, no duh blondie.) He said he wanted something very different and something that would last pretty much all summer.
I nodded and pulled all of that thick, blond, wavy hair that came half-way down his back to the back and got out my large silver shears and at the nape of his neck went, snip, snip, snip and snip! 12 “ of thick, blond, wavy hair came away in my left hand. I placed it in his lap. That still left quite a thick blond mop that came well below his ears.
I got out my trusty Oster and did not put any attachment on. I tilted his head forward, clicked the clippers on and started in the middle of his forehead and shaved straight back to his crown. 6” of blond mop fell to the cape. He moaned. Buzz back blond on the cape. Over and over again until nothing was left on top. I rubbed my hand back and forth over the top of his head. He moaned again.
Moving to his left and starting from his temple I shaved straight back accross the side of his head. Buzzzzzzz. Fuzz. Again and again until nothing but blond fuzz and a massive sideburn were left. Starting down by his earlobe I shaved straight up the side of his handsome face and removed that long, thick sideburn. Every little bit Bury would moan about the loss of his beautiful hair.
Then I moved around to his right side and started with his right sideburn and shaved it off slowly and kept on going up the side of his face and up the side of his head. I moved the clippers straight back accross the side of his head shaving of all that thick, wavy blond hair. (He has such nice little ears, why had he hidden them so?) When I finished shaving the left side of his head, moved to the back.
Slowly and firmly I ran the clippers up the back of his head from nape to crown. Buzzzzz up, buzzzzz up, buzzzzz up. Mounds of thick wavy blond mop fell to the floor. I had to kick it out of the way so I wouldn’t trip. When I had finished shaving the back of his head, I ran the clippers all over his head. Since I had not used any attachment on the clippers, almost nothing remained. (Well, I was going to take care of that too.)
I clicked off the clippers and set them down. First I rubbed my hands all over his buzzed head. Burt laughed. He was enjoying this. (Not as much a I was.) I got out the shaving cream and lathered up his head. Slowly and carefully, I glidded the straight razor over his head getting rid of what little bit of stubble remained. After each swipe of the blade, I would rub the newly shaved spot (to see if it was smooth enough of course). Swipe, rub, swipe, rub. All over his buzzed head until his head was smooth. Then I shaved his very handsome face using the same technique of swipe, rub, swipe, rub. I put down the razor and got out my favorite wintergreen tonic and massaged the tonic all over his head and face. We were both very happy campers.
I took the cape off and Burt stood up and rubbed his hands all over his head and face. He went over to the mirror and stared. Of course he looked great. He wanted to pay me, but I refused. Casey came along with Burt’s things and he changed and left much more lightheaded than ususal.
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