Flasher was my first stop. The psychotic (seemingly coked-out) cigarette-smoking salesman actually had some slammin' taste in clothes and sent me into the dressing room with a pile of rockin' threads to try on. After settling on a snazzy little vest and a pair of tight black jeans, I headed over to Forgotten Saints. No luck there. On my way out of Forgotten Saints, I remembered that there was a Floyd's on Melrose and headed in that direction.
Once in Floyd's I told the chickie at the desk that I needed a cut n' color. Without hesitation, she sent me over to Bryan. He was my kinda guy. I told him what I wanted and he got to work on creating my new 'do. We started talking and it turned out that he does Natalie's hair (the stylist who usually does mine). Man, I thought, this is kismet. She always has great hair, and what are the chances of this little encounter?
A couple hours later I rolled out sportin' my new cherry-cola 'do. On the way back to the car I passed a bunch more shops. Lots of "SALE" signs. I paid no mind until I noticed Salvage on a mannequin in a store boasting 30%-70% off everything. Now I love me some Salvage, and what's even better than Salvage is discounted Salvage.
After scoring a smashing little top at 50% off, I was ready to go home...or more realistically, ready to sit in traffic for an hour and a half. I felt so good, I didn't even care.
In the name of the iguana, the octopus, and unseen vengeance.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment